Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me

People often ask me the why of what I do, and I’ve finally found the words to explain—painting lets me communicate when words fail. When I need painting inspiration I simply go into the yard and spend a few minutes communing with my colorful, petaled friends. The flowers are my paint.

Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me2019-07-15T17:36:31-08:00

A Gift From My Mom—46 Years in the Making

A swath of royal purple corduroy is finally put to use in a homemade quilt 46 years in the making. My mom would love that her great-granddaughter is enjoying the sewing she started long ago.

A Gift From My Mom—46 Years in the Making2019-05-05T10:41:59-08:00

The illusion of control

Why had I waited so long to get extra care for Dad? Two reasons: foolish pride and a foolish vow.

The illusion of control2019-01-23T05:39:53-08:00

Please Don’t Forget Me

I’m realizing it wasn’t fame and notoriety that I craved over the years, it was having influence. And as I age, I’m realizing influence comes in many forms. I’m still afraid of being forgotten. But I’m going to begin cutting back on work in small steps.

Please Don’t Forget Me2019-01-01T10:06:51-08:00

The tag proves YOU painted it

It's official—Paint A Scarf has tagged silk scarves now.  And what beautiful tags they are.  Tacked on with two tiny stitches, this

The tag proves YOU painted it2018-10-24T19:02:08-08:00

A Good Son

When Brandon called us to book some painting time, I guessed he was a young man in his 20s. “I’d like to reserve

A Good Son2016-07-20T01:08:28-08:00

Hot temps – cold water

The greater Anchorage area has been baking in record heat of late - it hit 86.5 degrees at our cabin on Monday,

Hot temps – cold water2016-11-10T16:58:54-08:00