I'm such a non-sports fan. I didn't watch the Super Bowl. I went to the studio. I swept and mopped the floor. It has been a moisty, muddy winter. Then I worked on the shweshwe fabric project. The fish is coming along swimmingly. (har har). This is a not-great phone photo, but you get the idea.

Now, here's an interesting challenge—make a small piece using several pieces of this wonderful South African fabric called ShweShwe. This challenge came by way of my 12 x 12 friend, Helen

Several months ago I won a 6" x 6" G

Which is, of course, what introverts love! Ha!I loved all the comments and responses to my post from yesterday about introversion. What I didn't mention yesterday, but which the comments reminded me of, is that it is a continuum, not a strict division of personality types. This, I think, explains the comments ab

Hello. I'm Terry and I'm an introvert.I've always known this. I am, in fact, from a family of introverts, so it wasn't any surprise, but I secretly harbored a desire, at times, to be the life of the party. Still do. These days I am feeling much more comfortable with myself. The cover story for

My Dad would have been 90 years old today. I try to imagine him at 90 and I can't. He died at 76 of  pancreatic cancer. Truly the most horrible disease.One of my favorite photos.

Some days I seem to encounter myself on other peoples' blogs. I tell you it is eery to read your own story coming from someone else's memory.

Last week Julie asked me some questions in a comment on one of my posts. Do you miss working in your house? I notice the snow photos are either on the way or from the studio? Does taking that walk settle your mind or are you inspired? How has your work changed now that you have the studio? Do you ha

On Saturday we drove up the beach to Astoria, a very historic and interesting little town. My friend Beth spent some of her growing up years there and graduated from Astoria High School. Astoria is the oldest permanent settlement west of the Rocky Mountains and is named for

We went to the beach. It was rainy and stormy and wet and really quite wonderful. Felt so good to just skip town and not worry about anything. I thought this was what being retired would be like. It isn't usually, but it was for a couple of days.Beth and Ed picked us up on Friday afternoon and we headed for thei

I think rain was the last thing I mentioned at the end of yesterday's post. And rain it did.

I have nothing arty to show you, so I talk about the weather. How boring. How mundane. Especially since the weather we are having is really not worth talking about. Our TV folks have been make a BIG DEAL about the snow that has been predicted. You have to understand that we don't get much snow here. Some years we get none a

Old Singer treadle sewing machine head, found in the crawl space of an

I continue to work on the invitational "Rituals" piece. It is a large piece for me, so it is slow going by my usual standards. This is a smallish section.

My friend Beth and I just finished our 8th year of walking together on the Fanno Creek Trail. And we are now into our 9th year. We have been friends for a long time and after I quit my 9-5 job we were talking about how we both felt out of

For the past couple of years I have chosen a word to inspire me rather than making resolutions. This year's word is "intention" and while it could inspire me to live with intention and work with intention, it is more along the lines of a reminder.

2011 was a great year and a hard year, a happy year and one of great sadness. Kind of like most years I guess. It was the year of the Twelve by Twelve book and our exhibit at the International Quilt Festival and the realization of my long-awaited studio. Those are the things I will remember. The sad and hard parts will fade

This has been a really tough month for my family in terms of loss. The last two of my father's siblings died within two weeks of each other. I have traveled to both Memorial services and grieved with my cousins the loss of a father and uncle, my Uncle Bill, and then the loss of a mother and aunt, my Aunt Susie. Yesterday at

On Christmas morning my son-in-law cooked mote pillo (mo-tay pee-yo), a diet staple from his native city of Cuenca, Ecuador, for breakfast. Mote Pillo is delicious and it occurred to me that it is an easy recipe that should be shared. Here is a link to the reci

It has been a quiet day here today. Never left the house or studio all day. We had such a nice Christmas day, with our family. I feel very blessed. I could regale you with photos of a table piled high with food and candles and the good dishes, but you've seen plenty of those photos today. I know I have. Ray and I gave each

It was a beautiful day today, so somewhere between wrapping the last presents, p

I am a little embarrassed to even tell about the dumb-headed error we made regarding our quick trip to Tacoma this week. One of our goals was to visit the Glass Museum and another, The Tacoma Art Museum. We discovered when we arrived on Tuesday that both museums, indeed all the museums in Tacoma, close on both Monday and

  Perhaps it isn't the bleak midwinter yet, given that winter doesn't even start for a couple more days, but it is bleak—dark in the mornings and dark in the afternoon. I am convinced that is why we love to festoon our homes with lights this

Off I went, this morning, to the Columbia FiberArts Guild quarterly meeting, with a hot latte in hand and money in my purse. This lovely organization is one of the highlights of my life these days. There is a lot to be said for a group that meets only four times a year. Sort of makes it an occasion, you know? Today w

I made a quick decision Thursday, late, to fly to Boise on Saturday for my Uncle Bill's memorial service. His death hit me hard for several reasons. It seemed it took me a long time to appreciate him and that was a lesson in—well, I almost said how people change—but really I think in how age often reveals the real perso

Our STASH* group has a tradition of little gifts. When one of us goes on a trip or at Christmas or other occasions, we give each other little gifts. Nothing expensive, nothing much, but it has been fun to find nifty little, inexpensive items. When I was in Houston the vendor area there was overwhelming. It was so much visua