2025
Fabric dyed with acorns from Rhododendron Avenue in Baton Rouge, Louisiana
2021-present
Ongoing mend of my childhood towel (circa 2001?). I have an early memory of laying on top of it, looking at the shapes, next to a lazy river.
The first big rip happened when I was at the James River with Laura and an excited golden retriever jumped onto it.
2025, Gift for Art Farm Nebraska
Flower Byrd, 2024
Gift for Jenna’s baby <3 Machine pieced and hand-quilted while watching Wong Kar-wai’s 1995 Fallen Angels and Real Housewives of Salt Lake City; listening to Gold Connections’s Fortune, Marina Sena, Jeff Buckley (I know), and rainstorms. I had a cold while I was finishing it. I thought about new life on earth and friendship.
inspired by EGG on TABLE, 2024
testing my new sewing machine’s stitches (heartbeats), 2024
sawtooth + ladders, 2024
onion carrot celery, 2024
Trade with Indy in exchange for cooking classes (back in 2022, oops !). It was so cute, she even made a cooking syllabus. Though I learned some things, the best part was hanging out with her and dreaming over vegetarian koftas, the perfect peanut sauce, etc. As of December 10, 2024 I have still not acquired an actually sharp knife—will I ever?
Miscellaneous small quilts, 2023
Help!! Have I made a huge mistake? lol, 2023
This one took me a couple years from start to finish. It was conceived in my lil warehouse studio in Richmond. The first blocks were pieces of fabric I’d dyed with Becca (bottom center and bottom left brown patches, and some border strips; thank you walnutz). Other fabric came from pants I outgrew, hot pink from Kate, blue from my mom, and a t-shirt found cleaning out Will’s Volvo. It was finished (i.e. born) in Baton Rouge, and I remember feeling grounded—a feeling I did not take for granted in the midst of that big transition.
Blue Flutter (progress photo), for my mom, 2021
Closed Door, 2022
Baby quilt, 2021
Table runner for Nan with marbled hearts by Cid Cher <3 2021
Crape Myrtle, 2021
4 Rooms, 2021
For Spring, 2020
Made to usher in the springtime during covid. The checkers were a faithful, predictable pattern to follow. Blues from a bag of t-shirts Charles gave to Will who then gave them to me. I remember the light coming in the dining room as I appliqued letters.
first kind-of pattern I ever followed, 2021
