Pearl the Squirrel

When I write about myself, it's usually about my relationship with textiles. But today I'm going to share what I think is one of th...

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 ...

People who know me hear me complain about not having enough time to sew. "I write about sewing all day, but I hardly ever get to do ...

I mentioned in my previous post that I recently returned from vacation. It was an incredibly relaxing couple of weeks (yes, I said COUPLE). ...

Not a lot of piecing has gone on this past week, but on Memorial Day I did have a chance to sit at my machine and quilt a top I made long ag...

I can't help myself. I try not to resort to pictures of my garden, but right now it's impossible to ignore. The daffodils are done ...

Full speed into fall, that is. I've been in a bit of a funk of late, and perhaps it's because of fall...the fewer daylight hours, th...

It's almost more like March than April—blustery, cold, and grey. But the daffodils are starting to peek through the leaf mold. Found thi...

Outside, all is grey, white, and brown. For a very brief time yesterday the new snow found a contrast in blue sky and sunshine, which remind...