Category Archives: Embroidery


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Last year, my quilting friend and I talked about getting together each month to sew, which rarely happened. But 2015 is a new year, and yesterday we met at her home resolved to sew.

She worked diligently with her rotary cutter to make pieces for a placemat. Her daughter, who was home from college on break, joined us needle in hand to sew a cross stitch picture. And I stared blankly at three unfinished quilt projects that I had sprawled out on their dining room table.

Each of my pieces had promise, but my creativity was stumped. I was ready to stick each project in a drawer never to be seen again, much less to be completed, when my friend rearranged some of the squares of the first project, offered her suggestions on the second and admired the third.

Seeing my work through her eyes breathed new life into the dormant quilts. I wrote down her suggestions and some of the ideas that they sparked within me. Now the projects are moving forward again.

Needle arts are more than the mechanics of stitching. They also involve the sharing and communicating of ideas.


SWEEPING AWAY THE SEWING DUST BUNNIES My children are entertaining themselves this week, so I’m having my own stitching retreat at home. The first day, I finished putting the binding on a table runner that I began about three Halloweens … Continue reading


LAZY DAISIES Inspiration has been lacking lately when it comes to crafting and sewing. You might say I’ve been lazy. But when my friend showed me some of the new embroidery stitches she was learning at a continuing education class, … Continue reading


Betsy Ross and Mrs. Dail

BETSY ROSS AND MRS. DAIL Many people I sew for have great dreams. One has graduated law school. Another wants to be a writer. Someone else is headed to West Point. I’m proud to say, “I made a quilt for … Continue reading


LET ME SEE My friend is taking an embroidery class. “I want to see,” I told her when she asked if I’d like to look at her portfolio. “Let me get my glasses.” I joined her in her dining room … Continue reading