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.
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.
Why had I waited so long to get extra care for Dad? Two reasons: foolish pride and a foolish vow.
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.
It's official—Paint A Scarf has tagged silk scarves now. And what beautiful tags they are. Tacked on with two tiny stitches, this
When Brandon called us to book some painting time, I guessed he was a young man in his 20s. “I’d like to reserve
The greater Anchorage area has been baking in record heat of late - it hit 86.5 degrees at our cabin on Monday,
The Anchorage area went from winter to summer in one giant leap. Two weeks ago we had snow; all last week we