For about two years now I have been reading about tiny houses. I want one soooo badly. My siblings(3) and I grew up in a 32′ travel trailer. The freedom of that house on wheels. You couldn’t have very many possessions but you were rich in experiences. It was a great way to grow up, unfettered and free.

I can remember my dad getting up of a morning and announcing we were moving. Everybody would get excited, scurrying around to pick up toys and bikes and getting them stored in the back of the carry-all so they wouldn’t get left behind. We’d all pile into the seat of my dad’s pride and joy, a Chevy carry-all, and away we’d go singing “The Bear Went Over the Mountain.” My  dad would be grinning, my mother would laugh at the silliest things, and us kids would play the alphabet game reading all the billboards. Those were happy days!

I don’t buy into the popular myth of whoever ends up with the most toys wins. To my way of thinking that is LOSING. Living life, not being a slave to modern conventions, now that is living. All those things everyone is buying don’t make me happy. Sunrises on a beach, walks among desert rocks, swimming in a clear lake: those are the things that make me happy.

 Anyway, tiny houses are all over the internet now. I want to buy an old travel trailer (very small) and gut the inside and make my own tiny house. I want to visit every national park and seashore in this country. It would be the best way to live out the rest of my life, the way I began it, in a house on wheels meeting life with a smile on my face.


Does anyone else dream a new piece? I read the book “Divergent” by Veronica Roth. The book is geared towards a younger audience, but I really enjoyed it. It made me think about how we are all humans, the same, but look at the same world so differently. I found it an interesting subject to think about. Then, on Quilt Art there was quite a heated discussion going on among our group.

And again, I was struck by how all of us in the same creative world thought about things so differently. It amused me to compare what was happening on Quilt Art with the book I had just read. I started really noticing how groups of people could be talking about the very same thing but could be looking at it so differently. Then I saw the movie made from the book. On the way home I was thinking about all these different ladders of thought.

That night I dreamed about these thoughts I had been ruminating on for a few weeks. In my dream were colors and shapes in interesting compositions. All these shapes shared a commonality but were different from each other. Suddenly all these divergent shapes became a quilt. I was so excited Imagewhen I woke up. I sat down immediately and drew the design. I have been working on this every time I have a minute. The design is evolving a bit differently than what I sketched but I am enjoying this immensely.

Will it be any good? I have no idea. Dreams are so much fun!