Have you seen my voice?

Finding my voice has been the hardest part of blogging, for me. I've had this blog for a little over a year, and before this, I had two others. I'm having a very hard time remaining true to myself and my voice through my blog. Especially when it comes to a quilt blog.


There's certain stereotypes attached to quilting; I'm not a grandma (hell, I'm not even a mother), I'm not Amish (though some of my neighbors may be), I don't consider myself to be a boring person or an introvert, anyone who knows me knows I'm certainly not a devout Christian (though I used to be and do have my own relationship with God).

Here is what I am; I am bright, I am colorful, I am funny, I am crude, I am a nerd, I cuss, I am raw. I say dude all the time. I say fuck, often. On a rare occasion, I like to drink until I puke. On a not so rare occasion, I like to drink one or two glasses of wine. I am smart, I graduated Cum Laude with a degree in Poli Sci, French, and Japanese. I lift weights and grunt like a man at the gym. I am an incredible cook. I am kind. I have a huge heart. I give back to my community. I'm a sales woman struggling to survive in a mans world. I have big boobs, get over it. I always put others before myself. I spoil my dog as if she were a child. I love babies. I love children. I live to spend time with my fiance, my soul mate, my better half, and my best friend, who all just so happen to be the same beautiful man.
On top of all of this, I create some seriously rad quilts. That's what you and I have in common. That's why you're here. You like my quilting. Not because you like me.


I'm taking this moment to let go of the fear that no one will read my blog if I let my true self shine through. If you don't want to read my blog, that's okay. If you're offended by anything I say on here, that's okay.

You don't have to like me to like my work.


And in a post to proclaim that I cannot find my voice, I have found it.