A few years ago, I was obsessed with stitching hazard signs, both real and imaginary. For some reason, the international warning symbol for...

Now I can see out of one eye, at least. Another square(ish) completed on my Spanish eyes. This project is insane. Truly insane. What...

Last weekend, I drove up to visit my old friend Keefie in the rolling, green Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. I did not bring any painting or ...

A tiny piece I finished today that I'm calling Summer Sticks. Summer Sticks. Watercolor, solvent ink  and pearle cotton hand embroid...

I recognized early on that this piece had too much going on. Too many colors, shapes and textures. Planets of Durham, stitched waterco...

I've been trying to be more focused with my work and spend more time making a mess and playing than keeping my apartment perfectly neat....

And now.... Scenes from my ongoing obsession with saturated colors. WIP: String Box 3. Hand embroidery on watercolor paper. I'm m...

A tiny section complete of my overly ambitious x stitch self portrait of my eyes. Tiny, but still, woot! First 50 x 50 section complet...

Last month I was asked to take part in an online experiment for embroidery bloggers. Alyssa Thomas, the designer and owner of Penguin and Fi...

I'm struck by how stitching a cross stitch is like building an image in the form of pixels -- each little x is a point in space grabbed...

Charles Bridge, shapes, Prague. Rome. Venice. Prague. Three very different cities I recently visited with my mother. At the risk of sou...