"After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies."

While the snow sits, lazely melting in my yard, I am pulled toward daydreams of warm, sunny days. It has been a doozey of winter, beginning with a treachorous wind storm. As the snow melts, I am amazed at how many trees were felled during our early winter winds. Quite of a bit a destruction is beginning to reveal itself. Makes me wonder what our summer has in store for us. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live somewhere a little less extreme. Then I look out my window at my beautiful new house and feel quite content where I am. While our moving plans become more concrete with each hired contractor, I wander into my soon-to-be sewing studio and stand in the middle of the room. Life is good, and about to get even better.

Front of bag with button.

Currently, I sew away in my little corner of the living room. It takes me weeks to complete most projects, as I have to put them away each time we use our dining room table. I finally finished my Fourteen May June bag last night. I used some Anna Maria Horner fat quarters and one of my favorite, over-the-top vintage rhinestone buttons.  

This was a fun little bag, and I love the colors. I still have to stitch up my Zakka Pencil Case for the sew-along, but maybe tonight... I have it all cut out, and that is half the battle.

Back of bag with pocket.

Dada's beard, Mama!

Now, if I could just keep my darling Carly from coloring herself from head to toe every chance she gets. Thank goodness for "washable" Crayolas. It is really hard to get mad, for she has such an appreciation for color and decoration. Really, whose fault is that?