D! – Getting Bigger
Dayum, girls! This D! has gotten so big I can no longer mount it on the wall. Huge! What was I thinking? I have to fold it up every time I’m finished for the day,...
Author: Molli Sparkles
Quilty Bucket List
Oh, heavens to big-ass Betsi, my quilty bucket runneth over! I had to go get a bigger bucket, y’all, and as you can see the glitter still couldn’t be contained! When Stacey from The Tilted Quilt asked...
Sunday Stash #67 – Island Batik
It is no secret that I am a fan of a bold, geometric batik. I enjoy the papery drape of the cloth, the rich saturation, and the way the colours bleed into each other. This...
Bohemian Radiance
Bohemian is probably not a word I would typically use to describe my sparkly self. I may be on the edge of seventeen, but I don’t tend to wrap myself in head scarves, light up...
I Got D! Stracted
Like all good quilters, I got D! Stracted by other shiny, new things. You know how it is, you look away for one hot minute, and all of a sudden you’ve started thirty-seven other projects....
Sunday Stash #66 – Reunion Partay Recap
First off, Alisa at A Stitch In Between is hosting Sunday Stash this week, so head on over there to link up! I’m gonna try and be first, but I promise I won’t snatch that awesome...
Photography Friday – Light Fantastic
I arrived back at work today to find two packages sitting on my desk, which if I’m being a little bit honest, was not entirely surprising. I’ve got about six weeks of Sunday Stashes up...
WiP Wednesday – Final Shudder
… So I beg in silence, just make me shudder some more … They keep coming on, like ripples and wavesBlocks of colours, staggered in waysThat keep the feeling, of tipples and ravesBlind of ambition, daggers...
Sunday Stash #65 – The Spindle That Binds
Happy Sydney Mardi Gras, my favouritest of all favourite lovelies! I hope this weekend–wherever your geography–finds you full of love for all humans, regardless of any of the differences that make each of us unique. (Oh,...
Photography Friday
I am an artist, y’all, through and through. From my dinosaur murals spanning the walls of my childhood home, to the Fabricaholics Anonymous type creations I make today, art burgeons inside of me. It’s taken...
