The first thing that hit me when I opened Sorrel’s box of clothes was the sweet honey smell of baby skin. Read more >
The first thing that hit me when I opened Sorrel’s box of clothes was the sweet honey smell of baby skin. Read more >
From everything his daughter, Phyllis, shared with me about Alfredo, the thing that stood out most was his dedication to his work and the work that he did with his hands. Read more >
The idea that I would ever get to make a quilt out of cashmere never really crossed my mind until recently. I was asked by my friend, Ruth, to make a memorial quilt to honor her mother, Frances, who passed away last fall. Read more >
After so many years of making memorial quilts and pillows for people, I am continuously reminded that grief knows no timeline. Read more >
My most recent memorial quilt was made from the clothing of a 16-year old girl, named Amanda, who died much too young. By far the youngest person to be honored through one of my quilts, the tenor of my process and the experience of working with her clothing was notably different from many of my other quilts. Read more >