Pearl the Squirrel

It's been a rough time in the McCray household, as we cope with unexpected losses. They feel like a sucker punch and we're trying...

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...

Sometime this fall, I managed to make a Sew Together bag . The design is so clever and I've seen lots of them on Instagram, so whe...

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...

Some days I worry that my love of yarn is overtaking my love of fabric. I do believe they can co-exist, but there are only so many hours in...

I am heading down to the wire on my book, but that doesn't mean I am not doing any handwork. I CAN'T not do handwork. I pass no jud...

A few years ago Kathy C. made me a bottle cap pincushion as a Lake Tahoe quilt retreat gift. I thought it was adorable, but it took me awh...

Yes, I've set one all right...but it's for length of time between blog posts. Not such a good thing! So herein is a quick rundown o...

For the fall issue of Stitch  magazine, I wrote a story about Days for Girls, an organization that's working to break the cycle of p...

Pearl the Squirrel inspecting the perfectly still lake Just returned from vacation (sniff, sniff)—nearly two weeks ...

The fabric from my kettle cloth shift I took home ec in school and learned the basics of sewing. I remember well the blue floral kettle...

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 ...