Pearl the Squirrel

Over the past few years that I've been traveling to Oaxaca, Mexico, I've grown even fonder of oilcloth than I already was. Oilcloth...

That's a question I ask myself frequently. It started out as a way to document my life, both crafty and personal. It morphed into tal...

It's been two full months since I last wrote. There are lots of reasons why, including the suspicion that blogging may be on the way ou...

Last night I went to bed late. I'd gotten up early and been at physical therapy (bunged my knee) at 7:40 a.m. I'd done an hour-and-...

Amanda Jean's slabs and strings Our guild lined up Amanda Jean Nyberg , co-author of Sunday Morning Quilts , for a workshop and I...

My 8 small cross blocks I'll hold off on sharing my shirt, because it needs some size adjustment (just learned the acronym FBA—...

That old saying certainly applies to Iowa City weather just now. I don't think I've ever seen the roses as beautiful as they are ...

Elfin Bonnet from the front So, my week of lots of work-related deadlines has most fortunately been punctuated by opportunities to get ...

After all my whining about my half-square triangle sweat shop , I realized that I'd gotten really good at making them. And that I was g...

The newspaper pattern we created to make a-line skirts  I am one of those people who can't resist things. I cut out myriad recipes,...

Just returned from Lake Tahoe, site of a retreat I've attended the last few years ( here , here , and here ). I've so ...

I've talked previously about my inability to focus solely one "craft" and the way that I get so excited about new classes...

Sewing clothing has always been a frustrating experience for me, largely because of fit. I'm your basic straight-up-and-down gal without...