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Fleeting thoughts of granny squares

Fleeting thoughts of granny squares

The Wet Coast is no place for this fuzzy fantasy​​The trees are sun-kissed radiant red and gold as I hunker down to write this, in that little sliver of crisp and dry days between the months of dumb-dumb flipflops and the damn rain boots. Not that I’m complaining...
No use fretting over earthquakes

No use fretting over earthquakes

Hand-makers will be the change when or if ‘The Big One’ hits​Of all the things I fret over — a neighbourhood arsonist, identity theft, Trump burning it all down, an all-out war in the Middle East — ‘earthquake’ is not one of them. But it may seem like I’m...
From mind-numbing to mindful

From mind-numbing to mindful

Dropping out is easy. This art practice is about tuning in​Flat on my back in the chair last week, the dentist had just plunged the second needle into my eroded molar area and her assistant was now affixing the rubber dam. This is when my go-to flight response kicked...
End of an era for Vancouver makers

End of an era for Vancouver makers

The one great store that fuels textile dreams is closing due to small-business struggles​​Judging by the early deluge of reactions on Reddit last week, we Vancouver makers are stunned to learn that our mecca for material and more is selling off its inventory and...