My mom taught me to sew when I was thirteen. Even at this early age, being around fabric sparked my imagination. I made several projects but the one I remember most was a blouse. I got as far as the collar and sewed it on crooked. My mom made me pick out the stitching and sew in back on, and you guessed it, I got it wrong again. They say 3 times is a charm, but it took me thirteen times before I got the collar on straight. One try for each year I’d been alive! By then I hated the blouse but Mom said I had to finish it. So I did. And I still hated that blouse and never wore it, it found a new home in the thrift store.
Fast forward a few decades – I had sewed everything from coats to draperies, but never a quilt. In the summer of 2010 I was inspired by a popular table runner pattern which I made up several times. It was so much fun. I asked a friend who quilted if I could look at some of her books & patterns. I was hooked before I got through the first one and haven’t looked back.
In the summer of 2013 I was diagnosed with breast cancer, it was a huge blow. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, including The Engineer who was the best and most patient support ever. I shut myself in my sewing room and completed 2 quilt tops in 24 hours. It was just me, my thoughts and quilting which at that point became more than an addiction. Quilting became peace, relaxation, a creative outlet, comfort and a safe place to just “be me.”
I began quilting on rented longarms after my treatment was complete in 2014 and in 2017 added a Gammill Statler to my quilting Studio. I love working on every quilt that comes into my studio. Coming up with a design for each one is exciting, but the best part is seeing or hearing from the customers when they see their quilts for the first time. My quilting studio is in a pet free, smoke free climate controled garage attached to my home in Emmett, about 30 miles NW of Boise, Idaho.
Why am I Sister Chick? Some friends (one of them, Heidi ) nicknamed me Sister Chick in 1996 and it stuck. I also decided to raise a few chickens in my backyard a couple years ago, and my young grandchildren call me Grandma Chickens as a result. Now I’m the Quilting Chick, It looks like I’ll be a “chick” of some sort the rest of my life. In the picture above, I’m sporting my “after chemo” hair, and hanging out with The Engineer who is still my most ardent supporter.