Friends, I’ve been on a journey. The kind of long winding trip of many trips in which each new port brings many lovely new friends and quite a few new lessons learned. I can’t even begin to describe the worst of it all without hurting those I think I like and so I’m in a quandary. I’ll find a way to talk about it sometime; it’s just some seriously messed up racist stuff that happens, but it needs to be discussed. We’ll get there someday.

And then there’s the anti-semitic, racist, and xenophobic stuff that’s been openly endorsed and embraced at RealJob. I stood up and got a coldass tone-deaf response from the powers that be. That’s gonna take a less cotton-y and more humanly protest-y approach. More later.

Instead, let’s just reflect on some good things.

When last we spoke, I was making lots of grey and gray dots.

still greying

And then I flew off to Pasadena for QuiltCon. While there, I got to visit briefly with lots of great people. I go for the people and it’s becoming less and less good for finding those moments. Looking for other ways to meet up. Let me know if you have suggestions on that.

But I did take a class with Dan Rouse.


Taught my own class in small hand piecing. Getting to build communities of quilters meeting and making friends is my favorite thing to do. My classes are sanctuaries for me in a place that can feel less than welcoming sometimes. All the students were all some great folks to spend a day with.


Gave a lecture on the value of art critique for inspiration and for improving our own work. [Big thanks to Heather Kinion for the photo.]


I attended an autobiographical lecture by Kim Eichler-Messmer, an art professor in Kansas City. She’s always been one of the badasses I admire, but she rose quite a few more levels after i learned more about her artistic practice. Below is one of the quilts she had in the show, a raw edge applique tour de force called Total Eclipse of the Pivot.




There were a large number of social protest quilts in the show and that was gratifying to see. Here’s just one by a very nice guy named Bob who I got to meet one evening. I kinda wanted to wear this one around the place like a screaming cape for protection around there, though the message is universally applicable.

your words matter


Re-entry to RealJob was painful, as always, but moreso because my job-job is different these days. It’s too much. Too much. And it just keeps getting worse. My hope is that I’ve carved a new path and it will be more reasonable after May. We’ll see.

I gave myself the gift of another day with great people, teaching small machine piecing for the Philadelphia and Lancaster MQGs. Just the nicest people in a tiny space, making it all work and sewing some supremely small things. Yay! [Thanks to Nancy for the portrait.]



Jam-packing the start of Spring Break, Jess Skultety and I ventured down to the Mercer Museum for a special exhibit of the quilts of noted collector Cuesta Benberry.

These boots were probably my favorite, but they all managed to worm their way into my mind.



Early the next morning I hopped a plane on a regular trip I make. This is not a pleasant trip, but one of duty. And yet it always seems to spark new ideas, probably as escape routes (?). Every so often one of the ideas take hold and I pursue. It happened again this time. Clipping in the ATL…

cutting in the ATL

Not sure what the next few days will bring but it will involve quilters, cotton, and love. I’ll report back soon.