My applique dilemma

It would be cliche to say I have a love hate relationship with applique. I'm not even sure I really love it. There is a part of me that enjoys the rhythmic tuck and stitch of needle turn. Then there is the part of me that wants to be finished and move on to the … Continue reading My applique dilemma


Another word for patience? Applique

By some rights, I should be a knitter. I remember sitting with a hank of yarn hung from both hands while my mother wrapped it in balls. Next to my grandmother's Lazy-Boy sat her knitting workbasket with another pair of mittens for the grandchildren. I sat at her feet many times while she taught me how to cast … Continue reading Another word for patience? Applique