It’s magical. That moment when you first undo the clamp, remove the wooden blocks, and you carefully unfold your hand-dyed fabric, revealing it’s interior like a gorgeous new book.
There are fewer things sweeter than witnessing what happens when open-minded people get thrown together to think, paint, create and trust in the outcome. Several weeks ago what unfolded at my children’s school was just this: Magic.read more
It started when I saw a wonderful, floppy, thin mattress on a vintage beach chair my old friend Frances Boswell had sewn.read more
A bright spot to set your bag, take a moment and watch the kids play.read more
A successful find and rescue of a beloved chairread more