Because it wouldn't really be autumn around here if I didn't make a couple of acorns. In my shop .

We're having a fundraiser where I work in which almost 50 of our artists have created artwork on 8"x8" canvases that will b...

No dandelion seeds showed up in my stitching. Rather, autumn. I think I'm ready. In my shop today.

I saw a lone dandelion stalk illuminated in the rising sun this morning. By the time I grabbed my camera to capture it, the sun had mov...

There's been a secret I've kept from you all, one that gets carefully omitted from photos, and oft-discussed with my husband. A...

My weekend was just as wonderful as I had hoped it would be. I got to hang out with great friends, eat way too much pasta, laugh lots, ...

I've been ears-deep in grant-writing the past several days. My kids have started school and with that comes the wrangling of fo...

The last batch of promised stones have headed out the door, a couple of days late. I did a good job of stitching every day, even when w...

A nearly-dead poplar by our driveway, and a stone that hadn't turned out quite right, met this week. The woodpeckers have alre...

I was contacted by Rug Hooking Magazine a few months ago to write an article for their Beyond Our Borders feature where they share the wo...

I've just returned from a spontaneous road trip to the north shore with a little bit of sunburn, a bag of rocks, and some amazing m...

A day off of work yesterday gave me the freedom of mind to spend it as I wished. Granted, I did some house stuff, and a tiny bit of ...

A little bit of fun. Wool acorns in an...Oak. A quarter a piece for the curious soul who encounters this gumball machine in Th...