blue moon

Blue fabric dyed with homegrown indigo. The floral print is a scrap leftover from the quilt I made for Batman when we were in college.

Last night’s blue moon led me to my studio this afternoon. I needed some quiet. I needed some meditation. I needed some tactile work. I’m not sure how this wee project will end, but it felt very good to just sit and stitch. And breathe.

The moon changes as it cycles through the month, yet the pattern of change is ancient, reliable, reassuring. A blue moon is extra special.

Pulling needle and thread through fabric is an ancient movement, filled with generational muscle memory.

Circles are irresistible in the comfort they offer. Consider the fairy ring of mushrooms that delight us in the woods. Watch a cat or dog burrow into a tidy circle as they snuggle into a deep sleep. Circles represent wholeness, the infinite. Wedding rings are circles. Stonehenge is a stone circle, for heaven’s sake! A flower crown is circular.

Friends, this is just a Sunday afternoon ramble, but I hope you can relate to some of it.

Taking time to do what you need to do to regulate your heart and spirit is time well spent these days.

How are you staying afloat? Drop a comment, share your ideas! I’m so curious.

xoxoxox

so many thoughts

Hello friends. Just made a pot of Mineral Magic Tea, produced up and over the ridge from us. I’m settling in for a bit of a “catch up” with you, dearest readers. Yesterday was a gorgeous day up here, sunny, breezy and temperatures flirting with the low 70’. Just as Batman headed off to his first golf league game of the season the wind picked up and a huge squall blew in. He managed to avoid a drenching, but today is gloomy and wet and good for staying indoors.

The crocus have come and gone.

I took a posy to a friend’s house on May Day. As I wandered around the yard to gather the blooms I found a robin’s egg, fallen from its nest above. The color and the shape of the egg reminded me that there is magic all around us. This is what helps keep me sane. The color of an egg.

And another friend brought me a delightful jumble of daffs, from her yard. Our three season porch is steeped in their scent. Another reminder of magic.

I turned 70 in April. Batman has a ministry of making homemade cards for his beloveds. This one may be my all-time fave. My Mumsie made the dress, I still remember how the fabric crinkled.

We celebrated on the porch, with Prosecco and lemon cake, just the two of us. I like my birthdays quiet.

There has been a bit of back and forthing to MA, as my Mumsie had another hospitalization and follow up doctor’s appointments. As usual, I stayed overnight with my brother and sister-in-law. One evening after supper, Ra and I walked on the beach. We had jackets buttoned up tight and woolen hats pulled on snugly. Mist was rolling in off the waves, the air was salty and raw. The walk pulled all the stress and concern out of my weary body and I slept like the tired person that I was. Thank you, ocean.

Turning 70 and having a mom who is flirting with her body running out of steam has pulled me into so many conversations with myself. A friend recently introduced me to the term “anticipatory grief”.

Sometimes I feel like that term is so very appropriate for where I am in life, and where we all are in the world. But then I remember the blue robin’s egg, the scent of daffodils, the feeling of sea mist on my face…and I can step back from the edge of grief.

And now, about books and libraries. Because they are part of our survival plan, yes?

Batman and I carved out two nights for a quick trip to Montreal, to mark my 70th year. Montreal is just a bit less than three hours from here, and we had yet to make the trip. We pulled out our passports and headed north. On the way home, we went a bit out of our way to visit the Haskell Free Library and Opera House in Derby Line, VT.

Built in 1901-1904, it literally straddles the border between the US and Canada. Walking around with a volunteer guide, hearing about its history, we found more reasons for hope and joy. I hold fast to the phrase “We the people”.

Riding home in the car, I had lots of time to think about books and reading.

Sometimes I listen to audiobooks. Often in the car or my studio. My recent fave? The Guncle, by Steven Rowley. It’s a wonderful book about family…both biological and chosen. I also enjoyed The Hunting Party, set in the Highlands of Scotland, written by Lucy Foley.

Sometimes a “real” book fits the bill, held in my hands, usually first thing in the morning. Our book group read Isola, by Allegra Goodman last month. Honestly, I was on the fence about this book.

Sometimes I read a book whenever I can possibly squeeze it in, because I love it so much. The Road to Tender Hearts, by Annie Hartnett was that for me. Loaned to me by a friend, I ate a bowl of cold cereal for lunch because I didn’t want to take time to make a salad, for fear of missing some time to read.

Sometimes I find a book that I read in bits and pieces, here and there, savoring it. Feast on Your Life: Kitchen Meditations for Every Day, by Tamar Adler is that for me right now. (I also loved her An Everlasting Meal: Cooking with Economy and Grace)

I’ll end with a bit of Vermont whimsy. A few weeks ago I noticed this “lost and found” glove, set atop one of the high tech (ha ha) snowplow markers along our road.

I think many of us are feeling lost these days. How can we not?

I found it helpful to sit with a piece of paper and a pencil. I jotted a list of ways I feel “found”.

What might be on your list, dearest ones?

Sending light and hope and love.

xo

(I’ve answered your comments in the last post)

show and tell

Coasters, stitched with my own homegrown, hand dyed fabrics and some of Anne Butera’s lovely fabric, available on Spoonflower.

This fabric took my breath away when I first saw it at Valley Fabrics in Northampton, MA

What fun it was to collect these sweet prints to compliment the critters. The ferns and stumps came from Ann Arbor Sewing and Quilting Center via my daughters Lindsey and Gretta. We were shopping together for our next collaboration, via FaceTime. I fell in love with this one and asked for half a yard. :-)

Binding the quilt while watching the Tigers with Batman.

Sadly, I missed the baby shower in Portland ME in January. But here’s the baby quilt, stitched for wee Isabel, born in late March. The great granddaughter of my beloved friend Franny, I wanted to make sure Isabel had some intergenerational love sewn into this gift. Because no scrap is ever too small, I was happy to sew a bit of ladybug fabric into the label, saved from Isabel’s mama’s baby quilt I made years ago.

A while back, I made some napkins with this “quince” fabric as a housewarming gift for some friends. I used the scraps from that project to make some coasters for my friend Dolo’s birthday. I like to imagine the coasters, snug under a mug of coffee, way out in the S.F. Bay area.

Thread, fabric and love, sewing me together with loved ones in Portland, ME and Viroqua, WI and Palo Alto, CA.

Remember buddies, love is the answer.

Be fierce in your love. It’s what will get us through.

xo

ps thanks for all of your kind comments on my last post.

stitched together quilt show

I was tickled to be invited to have some of my work included in this show, hosted by Chandler Center for the Arts in downtown Randolph, VT. I felt like I was rubbing elbows with some amazing Vermont quilters. I scrambled to pull together work from my archives as I was just falling into ill health as this opportunity showed up.

Hope Johnson’s work is outstanding. She was featured in the Vermont issue of Quilt Folk magazine (issue 10) This piece is titled “waggle dance”.

“Savannah” by Linda Dial. The needle work in this piece was stunning. Her quilts have been featured at the annual quilt exhibit at Billings Farm in Woodstock, VT

“Hands Off” by Linda as well. “The penguin was created in response to the first Hands Off protest, held shortly after the US imposed tariffs on Australian territory islands home to only penguins. In the background are words representing aspects of our nation that are under attack and must be protected.”

Here is Linda, on the gallery walk, talking about her penguin piece. Behind her is her gorgeous quilted portrait of Sonia Sotomayor.

These geese received a special prize at last year’s show at Billings.

This piece, done by Jane Quimby, is called “Orange/Blue/Yellow3 and it’s created with stitch resist prepared cotton, paint and heat appliqué

This amazing piece was stitched by Tom Bivins.

The fabrics Tom used in this piece are beautiful. This is red clover, the state flower of Vermont.

The gallery walk was such fun, getting to hear from each quilter about their work and inspiration. There were lots of other activities that day, as listed in the first photo I shared on this post.

The quilt show organizer asked specifically for my wee books, so they shared a spot with a few older pieces and a newer one. I am standing in front of a lovely piece by quilter Rosalind Daniels, “That Foggy Winter.”

“Be the light” is an oldie, but goodie.

I was delighted that this piece, also from the archives, “Birch, Oak and Indigo” sold!

“Jay and Wild Geese” was stitched with both marigold dyed fabric and indigo, too.

Machine stitching and hand stitching and a few sunflower seeds.

I found this blue jay feather out in the yard and stashed it away for “someday”. The flying geese pattern on the right is one of the oldest piecing patterns around. It’s my homage to Mary Oliver’s poem “Wild Geese”. :-)

It’s a good exercise to have to come up with words to explain who you are. Eek.

I wish you could have been with me to take a tour of this exhibit!

That’s it for now. Hold steady, friends, do you sense that the winds are shifting?

shine.

XO

9+things on a Tuesday

Maybe, like me, you are yearning for some quiet, uncomplicated things to look at. Sometimes, that’s all a girl can manage these days. So here you are, a few snapshots. I hope they provide you with some peace. Above, a free printable coloring page for subscribers to Vermont artist Zarabeth’s newsletter at Mountain Girl Studio.

We finally took the bird feeders down, as the bears are coming out of hibernation. I miss the flocking birds, fluttering around the feeders. They were such lovely friends this winter. The snowdrops have just sprouted, to bring the next spring delight to our side yard.

This is a Hera marker, one of my favorite quilting tools. Japanese in origin, it makes a sharp line in the fabric to follow as you machine quilt. I’ve been thinking a lot about sharp things lately. Like how changing your machine needle after it has lost its “ooomph”, magically refreshes your stitching. Likewise, a rotary cutter blade. Blunt just doesn’t work as well. I also bought a new seam ripper after my old one made more trouble than it was worth. Voila! So much better. My grandmother’s cutting shears are back in order after a nice sharpening. Once I freshen these items I wonder why I didn’t do it sooner. Does that ever happen to you?

And another sharpness…My daughter-in-law has become very crafty. She likes to do needle felting. She says sometimes she feels “very stabby”. I totally get that.

The new, 2026 Mahjong cards have started to arrive in mailboxes and there is great excitement in our group. We gather around the table to exercise our brains, to build community, to offer support to one another, to laugh, and to distract ourselves, at least for an afternoon, from the troubles in the world. The game is a sanctuary, really and truly.

Cora was very naughty and pulled one of the blossoms from the amaryllis stalk. I put it in a glass of water and it survived another week of display. In the comments on my last post, Ann had asked me about care of amaryllis after they finish blooming. We cut off the stalk and keep the pot tucked away until the weather warms up. Then we tuck the pots under a bush and let them rest until the fall. We bring them in before the first frost, trim away any brown foliage and stash them in the root cellar. Around the holidays we bring them up one at a time. We water them and put them on a windowsill and wait for the magic. We can usually get a few seasons out of each bulb, but at some point, they end up in the compost pile, ready to fertilize the gardens.

Sometimes I just take a deep breath or two and find something to notice. Then I just sit with it. Like the LIGHT above, leaning against the wall. It’s so gentle and soft and peaceful. Exhale. :-)

Companions. They are very important these days.

Our book group is reading Isola, by Allegra Goodman. But even better, I am listening to Tom Lake, by Ann Patchett, narrated by the amazing Meryl Streep. Having spent many happy times in northern Michigan and eating more than my fill of fresh cherries, this book has a nostalgic pull that’s pretty strong. The story unfolds gently, and is delightful.

There are 7 baby goats down the road. Steam is billowing from the neighborhood maple sugar houses. Batman has planted hearty greens down in the hoop house. I am getting a kick out of this piece about woolen skirts.

And so life goes on.

I’ve missed you and look forward to hearing about what you’re reading, making, cooking, doing! I invite you to drop a note in the comments, below.

I do so hope that you all are staying strong, and are sharing your gifts with the world. XOXO me.

Finding my way back after a loooong time away

Tuesday was Town Meeting Day here in Vermont. It began with a full moon that turned into a lunar eclipse just as the sun was rising. WOW, wow, wow. We spotted a barred owl perched in the maple tree out front, and he sat there for quite a while as the sky lightened, then he swooped down and back up, gliding across the meadow. As the day unfolded, the sunshine warmed everything, and the dirt roads began to run with rivulets along the edges. “Opening Day” of Mud Season in Vermont! Temperatures freeze at night and warm up during the day, and so the maple sap is running too! Sugar houses are gearing up for their 24 hour boiling vats. Neighbors have reported seeing bluebirds (we have not, yet.)

I have loved this glorious winter, despite being sick. Folks are saying it’s been like “the old Vermont winters”. Cold temperatures, lots of snow fall and clear blue skies. Batman has kept up with the weight of the snow on the roof of the front porch, and the penguins have been greeting folks at our front door for months. (When I turned 40 and had a fun group of women friends, who gifted me a box of cheesy lawn ornaments. Many are long gone, but a Tyrannosaurus Rex still stands out by the mailbox and the single penguin has been joined by others over the years.)

As winter melts into spring, our house has been filled with “forced” bulbs that remind us of the growing days ahead. We’ve got micro greens and salad sprouts in the itty bitty windowsill greenhouse, ready to toss into salads and sandwiches. I spent some time in the kitchen over the weekend prepping goodies for the fridge…marinated lentils, yogurt, fruit compote, I steamed beets. The kitchen filled with the scent of dirt and it made me long for open windows. Our order arrived from High Mowing Seeds and we are taking about repairing some garden beds, creating a pollinator garden and looking for seed potatoes.

I am on the lookout for our snowdrops but it will probably be a while yet before they come up in Vermont.

I finally sent this cute winter coat off the Matilda, to keep her fox warm. It’s modeled here by one of the many bunnies I’ve made in the past. Pattern here.

I’ve followed Melissa Wastney for years. She lives in New Zealand, and recently changed the platform for her bog. I loved her recent post, “we’ve always been here”. It may appeal especially to some of us older women.

My friend Katja began a blog not long ago, where she explores her life just up and over the ridge from us at Raven Hill Farm. I invite you to give it a peek. Katja came over for tea this morning and she worked on a knitted cardigan while I mended my crazy, beloved jeans. What a pleasure it was to sit and chat about sewing machines, sashiko thread vs pearl cotton for quilting, growing children, growing older, our local library (she’s a former board chair) and living in a small town. These lovely connections are so very grounding these days!

My friend Anne Butera encouraged me to submit to an open call from Uppercase magazine for their issue on Texture. I did! It was a bit of a project to get things organized and I’m glad I did. I got a lovely bulk email from Janine, the publisher, editor, designer and customer service person, letting me know my piece had not been chosen. But…it was such a good experience! I will just try again another time.

Our book group read The Correspondent for our February book (which I liked a lot!) and now we are into The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife, by Anna Johnston for our March book.

I’ve had a heck of a time reading lately and concentrating. My very unhealthy winter was full of germs, exhaustion, medications, sleeping, recovering and relapsing, missing meetings and just plain feeling sorry for myself. I believe I am finally on the road to a true recovery and for that I am grateful. Some of the things that helped was some somatic body work, a wonderful and healing massage, hydrating like crazy and having support from friends and family. My last post (which seems to have disappeared) had so many lovely comments…you really are wonderful, dearest readers! Thank you so very much for being here.

I want to close with a heartwarming article I found on VT Digger, a local news source. In this season of Ramadan, there is much to be grateful for as the world continues to unravel. You can read the story here. And I am going to try making this beautiful bread in the next few days.

P. S. I’ll write again soon about a very local quilt show here in Central Vermont.

In the meantime, please know how much your presence here means to me. Shine your Light, smile your joy, and keep hope alive.

XO, me

Isolation

Well friends, my health has been a discouraging road wreck this winter. I have dropped out of my usual busy swirl of life and have rested more than I thought possible, drunk more tea than I thought possible and taken more meds than I’ve wanted to. The bitter cold has raged outside our windows and the little news I am aware of has been haunting.

I am just beginning to see the possibility of healing and it is such a relief.

I have been blessed by thoughtful cards, a bunch of pink tulips, several deliveries of nourishing soups, and a dozen eggs from the chickens down the road (they have started laying again!), text messages and phone calls from the kids and the devoted care of Batman. Wilma and Cora have been especially vigilant. ❤️

Looking forward to catching up here in the near future.

My friend Becky has an amazing snail mail ministry and her note the other day really captured my situation.

Please dearest readers, take care of yourselves. Rest, nourish, hydrate and WASH YOUR HANDS often. The work we are doing in this broken world needs all of us, ready to bring our unique skills and passions to help mend things.

I am so grateful for your presence here.

K-

Gathering tools for 2026

HELLO!

WELCOME BACK to sew and sow life.

On December 21st we had a wild storm up here, complete with snow and 57 mph winds. Our power, internet and phone were knocked out. Our generator kicked in and brought power back right away. Green Mountain Power restored our line later that day. But we were without phone or internet for 13 days before they were restored. THIRTEEN DAYS without internet and phone at home.

We had to drive down to town and camp out at the library or coffee shop to catch up on all things “worldly”.

Let me tell you, it was both a blessing and a curse to be cut off from 24/7 access to everything. It surely was an opportunity to take a deep dive into how I use the internet. And how I may want to adjust things a bit now that I am wiser.

As I approach 2026 I’m excited about the “fresh start” a new year inspires. (I usually do a big check in with myself on my birthday rather at the new year.) I will turn 70 this year and it feels significant, so I’m doing some readjusting now. :-)

And I refuse to let the bozos get me down. (Especially after this morning’s news coming out of Venezuela, where Batman spent some of his years growing up.)

So, I’ve gathered some resources to help me navigate the year ahead. Perhaps some of them will be helpful to you, too.

  • Yesterday I downloaded and printed out the January Workbook for Lori Robert’s The Analog Life Project. You can read about the project here, and follow the links to subscribe. (I had such fun with Lori’s prompt about libraries. It got me to writing about all the libraries I have loved.)

  • In an effort to recommit to a healthier life, I ordered this basic guide from the Harvard Medical School. It’s nice to have a place where common sense advice is gathered all in one spot.

  • Insight Timer continues to help me meditate.*

  • I’ve been working on my “top ten” remembrances from 2025, an effort to document accomplishments/experiences/ learnings. Looking back can help me look forward.

  • I’ve also started a list of 2026 projects. There’s already a few quilts on the list, including another collaboration with daughters Lindsey and Gretta. There’s a library capital campaign in the works and a basement rehab to undertake here at our bit of earth.

  • I’m on the fence about doing another “100 day stitch book” with Ann Wood.

  • I’m participating in “Dry January”. Read about it here.

*Yet another juxtaposition that this resource is online, even while I concentrate on enhancing my analog life.

Please share any ideas/resources that you may be using to help you step into 2026 (below, in the comments). I’m curious!

Looking forward to easing into January with you, dearest readers.

XO

bits and pieces

Interior with a Lady, 1901. Oil on canvas by Danish artist Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1864-1916. We spent a morning with Hannah and Freya at the Detroit Institute of Arts while we were visiting for Thanksgiving. I came back to this luminous painting a few times. The light, the simplicity of the setting, and of course, the woman with a needle and thread in her hands captivated me.

We went especially to see Contemporary Anishinaabe Art: A Continuation. To read about this extraordinary exhibit, click here. There were gorgeous baskets, beadwork, textiles and canoes and other hand work.

This piece was made with hand-dyed linen and cotton, wool, flattened US quarters, cones, thimbles, glass beads, float copper, cowrie and conch shells, fossils, birchbark, wool yarn, polyester ribbon, and artificial sinew, by Jason Wesaw (born 1974) Pokagon Band of Potawatomi. As I stood in front of it, I could almost feel the stitching that went into it.

There were so many wonderful pieces, and the artist statements were filled with both pain and joy.

We bundled up against freezing temps and howling winds to watch the Thanksgiving Day parade in downtown Detroit (the juxtaposition of tribal art up against a parade celebrating colonization was not lost on me.) The fun of watching Motown’s fabulous marching bands was a treat, tho.

There were piles of books to read, crafty projects, cooking together, eating together and so much shrieking and giggling. Things seem very, very quiet back here on the hill!

Do you know Tatter? Have you ever wondered about this unique collection’s origin story? I listened to the Long Thread podcast, season 13, episode 5…here. It’s wonderful. And just yesterday I got an email announcing a new Tatter class, called “blue amulet”.

I was once again startled by coincidence. I made this amulet just last week for one of my friends. We volunteer together and her courage and tenacity inspire me. She is truly a badass, doing good in the world. She thought I was kidding when I told her I would make her an amulet. A few days later, I pushed a box across the table, and she grinned. :-) Sometimes it’s so easy to have fun, even in these scary times.

I’ve been doing some holiday stitching and look forward to sharing details after they have been gifted.

As we look forward to the new year, I hope you’ll consider joining me for Lori Roberts’ (at Little Truths Studio) for her Analog Life Project. I feel so ready for this and I cannot wait to get started!

This patched together blogpost of pictures and words is a reflection of how hard it sometimes is to focus this time of year. I just want to be sure to send you my fondest holiday greetings.

May the light of hope and love fill your days. I’ll be back in 2026, ready to rumble along with the rest of you.

Courage, dear hearts!

xo