How it all began
One day I found an old quilt in a junk shop in the little town in Ohio where I grew up. It was stitched by hand, faded and frayed from years of use. I was only 14 years old at the time, but even at that early age I could see that the patterns and colors had been chosen carefully and pieced together into an intricate overall design. I wondered whose hands took the time to make something so beautiful. I could see the hands making it, feel the love that went into it, and the comfort it brought. Something deep inside me was awakened. This hand made cloth could to speak to me in a powerful way.