I
began sewing in the seventh grade in Mrs. Fitzgerald's Home Economics
class at Marstellar Junior High School. I made a nice skirt but
only got a "C-" for the year. During the cooking segment, I
unfortunately chose to play the role of class clown after I was given
the task of making the tossed salad. My next project, some years
later, was my wedding gown. Much to my mom's relief, the gown was
completed with 9 hours to spare, and all pearls and iridescent sequins
were substantially attached, as I made my way down the center aisle at
St. Mary's Church in Fairfax Station, VA.
Writing is my first love, but
I've always enjoyed "crafts". Many projects, outfits and bed
quilts later, I now find myself moving from utilitarian to
artistic. When mere words scribbled with a pen or tapped out on a
keyboard can't sufficiently express, there is fiber. I no longer
have to worry about word counts or the hand of an over-zealous editor
with a red pen. I am profoundly grateful that God has blessed me
with tools, materials, and creativity for this passion.
I
began sewing in the seventh grade in Mrs. Fitzgerald's Home Economics
class at Marstellar Junior High School. I made a nice skirt but
only got a "C-" for the year. During the cooking segment, I
unfortunately chose to play the role of class clown after I was given
the task of making the tossed salad. My next project, some years
later, was my wedding gown. Much to my mom's relief, the gown was
completed with 9 hours to spare, and all pearls and iridescent sequins
were substantially attached, as I made my way down the center aisle at
St. Mary's Church in Fairfax Station, VA.