Six years ago, I bough my first house and immediately I fell in love with being a home owner. When those golden keys touched my hand, I unlocked that front door and walked into a space that was truly mine –mine to design, mine to manipulate, mine to care for and turn into a cozy place.
Well, ever since that day, fabric has spoken to me.
“Won’t you please make me into a table cloth!” “I want to be a soft pillow!” “Oh, oh, I want to hang over your windows!”
Recently, when listening to the fabric speak, these few art pieces have emerged…
It’s funny! I now realize that the fabric is not necessarily telling me what it wants to be, rather unselfishly the fabric is communicating directly with me, giving me advise and acknowledging my feelings.
I know I’ve said it many time before, and I’ll say it once again…














I really need to get my sewing machine out of the closet. I need some therapy!
Great fabric choices. I really love that houndstooth!
My favorite is the last one!