This is me yesterday morning preparing my supplies for the Craftsy’s Open Studios Event at the International Quilt Festival in Houston, Texas. The power went out! It’s about eleven in…
Nancy’s classes were so large this time that several of us worked downstairs for week one. Being downstairs at the barn was very nice as real estate was cheaper–we had…
I always feel like I am time traveling when I go backwards like this with my blog posts. I have already told you something new, and then I go back…
I have not spent so much time staring at a computer screen since graduate school. But it is over. I am now the master of my own universe–I created my…
Now a voice is not the same as a person–it is an manifestation of that person–perhaps it can be thought of as the voice of that individual in her purest…
Two weeks from today, I will be in Houston, Texas attending my first ever International Quilt Festival. I’ve heard all kinds of stories about this quilt-making mecca, and this year,…
One of the tropes of a Nancy Crow workshop is voice, Voice, VOICE. Do you have it? Have you lost? Where can you find? Is it possible to grow or…
I am sitting in the Minneapolis Airport a bit disappointed in their art collection. In fact, their collection does not appear to exist. For such a progressive city, this is…
Greetings from Ohio. In all honesty, this has been one hell of week. I should not be surprised–studying at the Crow Barn is always its own unique version of purgatory.…
