In September, 2009, I started working with fabric saved from childhood. Small scraps became parts of quilts. The process was a way for me to honor my mother and our shared creativity. By reworking her handiwork, using the many fabrics that hold our shared memories, I experienced once again my time under her tutelage. She was a careful and exacting teacher who held high standards that I adhere to even now.
I did not quite have a year of remembering. She died in July 2010.