I was raised on open fields, bare feet over gardens of broken soil, the sound of milk streaming into a bucket by dawn, and suppertime with my siblings around our farm house table. From a very young age I was taught the beauty and art of motherhood by my mother who, along with my father raised 20 children.

As a little girl, I have the dearest memories of my mother teaching my sisters and I the arts; the art of canning, the art of gardening, the art of midwifing goats and sheep, the art of milking a cow, the art of mastering the violin, and the art of making a beautiful garment out of a piece of clothe. But the greatest art she taught us was how to embrace the different in ourselves.

As a woman, now experiencing wifehood in the dearest way, and settled in Dallas Tx, it is still my therapy, this piecing together of colour and fabric in hopes that they will be worn and loved by some tiny human who knows they are celebrated and exquisite exactly as they are.