I’m working on a wedding quilt for Matt + Mariah. My mom helped get it started when she recently visited. Instead of a traditional wedding registry book, they had guests sign squares we’d cut for the event. Slowly, these squares are transforming into something useful + sentimental.


Doing this kind of work makes me miss my mom — the kind of miss that you carry around in your stomach like a heavy stone.¬† The nature of our relationship has changed¬† in the last few years; I desperately wish we lived in the same city for a period of time to quilt, cook, live together.