Sometimes I think quilts have a memory. Not ours, but their own. And if you look closely, someone’s summer always lives in them. I think quilts remember more than we do. A patchwork quilt is more than just a thing. It’s always a little bit of history, a little bit of memory and a little

Sometimes the fabric you come across is such that your hand simply cannot bring itself to cut it. I was recently sorting through my supplies and pulled out a piece of fabric with large roses on a warm cream background. I once bought it simply because I couldn’t pass it by. And then a problem