When  something rests lightly on your shoulders and falls smoothly past your body parts, you feel a little weightless and a little lyrical.

When my long-time dear friend Louse shipped me a box of fabric – yukatas from her years in Japan and airy dresses she had worn when she...

My Uncle Andy was sort of mythical to me when I was a kid. He was tall and, being Canadian, spoke both French and English. His allure was...

For a while now, I have been making versions of the same dress, a direct descendant of the pattern/color work of pieced quilts.