As you might know, Trae and I are taking off for Europe soon, and we'll be posting lots of photos and stories from our trip. But before we go, I've decided to move the blog!
You can now find it at www.swooningblue.com. I'm testing out a new website host, so I appreciate your patience as I work out the kinks. Hopefully, this will be a better platform for us to share our travels with you. I'd love your feedback!
19 November 2013
04 November 2013
|This quilt pattern is called Log Cabin.|
Life is happening so fast -- it's hard to keep track of it all. In the past month, I've gotten married, traveled to Portland, Maine, buried my grandparents on my mom's side, spent a fleeting day at Disney world (yup, I said Disneyworld), attended a quilting workshop in Austin, signed our house over to two (very lovely) renters for a year, moved into Trae's dad's place, and started two new work projects. Tomorrow, we will have been married one month. But before I go any further, I wanted to share this lovely experience in Austin last weekend. We learned how to dye fabric with indigo:
|Our indigo-stained clothespins.|
|Pinning the quilt together.|
And marveled at Maura's excellent handiwork on projects like this:
|Maura made this flag and taught us how to bind the edges.|
We stitched together our quilt top and marveled at the outcome:
|Marveling at our handiwork.|
All thanks to this lovely lady who helped us understand how to do it:
|Maura Grace Ambrose, at her Bernina sewing machine.|
Maura is a very skilled quilt maker (check out her lovely work) and even more, a patient and charming teacher. I came away inspired and wanting very badly to begin a quilt of my own. Trae and I are headed on our honeymoon in December (for three months!), so I think it will have to be a project that I start when we return. In the meantime, I'll be dreaming of all the lovely patterns...like this one. Or this. Or these.
24 October 2013
|East of Waco, Texas|
It's been a road trip
|Crossing the causeway in Brunswick, Georgia.|
|Hilliard, in north Florida|
|Leaves in Portland, Maine|
|Crossing the Mississippi into Louisiana|
|Trae and I in Portland, Maine|
14 October 2013
Well, friends, it's over. The wedding is over. And we are married! Trae and I keep smiling over those words: husband, wife. That's us! As his sister remarked, that ring looks mighty good on his left hand. Now, after the hoopla and excitement, after the celebrations and planning, I keep thinking about what it means. Marriage. Love. The long haul.
One thing that Trae and I do well together is dream. We have a lot to think about, a lot to look forward to. A lot to live for. And we're both dreaming about what's next for us. Both of us have worked a variety of jobs (although I think Trae's list far outnumbers mine -- some of his include: butcher, blacksmith, farmer, security guard, forester, teacher, office assistant, dishwasher...the list goes on) and we both want to get out of the city and start something new. The questions are: where, what.
So friends, we are dreaming. We are dreaming of a piece of land, we are dreaming of the food we will grow, the sounds we will hear when we wake up in the mornings. We are dreaming of the tools Trae will forge and the songs I will sing. We want to be in a place where "neighbor" could refer to a person three miles away whose company we treasure, instead of the stranger who lives on the other side of the hedgerow whose name we keep forgetting.
Trae and I both grew up in the country, and we are ready to return. We're not sure exactly where that will be (probably not too far from Chattanooga). We're not sure what we will do. But we are ready to go. Life is too short not to chase your dreams...
(Thanks to my Aunt Cathy for these photos!)