Stitch Journal

It started with a skid on the low pile carpet at work, then a shaky left foot, then a slow uneven gait, my left arm no longer swinging…it wa...

Rhythm # 1 Growing up I was told I would never be an artist because my drawing was deemed terrible! Both my sisters were creative and I woul...

  Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m thinking. Especially when engaged in doing household chores, cooking and such stuff that I try and get ov...

  I have sewn all my life. I made dolls clothes when I was five, was given a children’s sewing machine at six, and was using my Mum’s proper...

  My love and passion for all things handcrafted goes way back to when I was a little girl. I remember melting my leftover  wax crayon stubs...