More thoughts on pattern writing.

Apocalypses come in a lot of different flavors.

The calendar says March. The weather forecast says January.

Those winter days do grind on.

Before it attacks me.

It’s a very large building.

Class from a student’s perspective.

Such a lovely lady.

This must be how Rip van Winkle felt.

The joy of snow.

Look!—Something other than blue and white HSTs!

And cleaning up leftovers.

The ones every sewist dreads.

What happens when you are curious about everything?

Patching a hole in the husband’s sweater.

The Ritzville quilt top is officially done.

I went to Portland and saw green grass.

The process of putting it all together.