He was created of a Mother
whom He created.
He was carried by hands
that He formed.
He cried in the manger
in wordless infancy.
He, the Word,
without whom all
Human Eloquence
is mute.
Augustine
Welcome to my patchwork journal. I enjoy expressing myself through fiber. Tiny pieces of vintage quilt blocks and fabric combined with hand stitches create my art. When not quilting I'm living a patchwork life. Always changing and helping to keep me young and on my toes. Join me in my experiences and thoughts.