Archive for February, 2008


Sad but True

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The following is about giving much deserved recognition to the little guys that didn’t quite make the cut. There are so many decisions that go into a final collection. Sometimes you just have to let go. As an avid supporter of the underdog I find myself a little saddened by their exclusion. Of course if my collection could have a hundred fabrics in it there would still be a hundred more that my heart would desperately want to include. Alas this is not a possibility. Some of my favorite strike offs end up on the design room floor, dropped but not forgotten. Please join me in a moment of silence…


Girl’s Best Friend

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Diamonds are forever ladies. I don’t actually have any but I have seen some and they look like they’ve got a real will to survive. So this quilt pattern is now officially available for download. It’s really easy I promise.

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Even Cowgirls get the Blues

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Please accept this funny picture of Floppy the family Bull as my sincere apology for having nothing to show this week. I am sick and more importantly I am a big wimp when I feel even the slightest amount of discomfort. So this is all I have to offer.


Special Features

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This is supposed to be like the end of a DVD when you have seen what it’s all about and then they go back and show you how it’s all made. Well I don’t use much CGI or make any clay models but I am pretty good with a marker. I wouldn’t mind having a team of people researching the best possible way to make a wing out of abstract lines and shapes, not to mention the added bonus of having someone else go get my coffee. Alas, it is only me and a stack of nature books picked up here and there.

So these are the initial sketches and reference for Flutterby. From here were more sketches, then actual drawings, then scanning and formatting, some redrawing, digital renderings, a bit of color here a little pink there. Some very big decisions are made and off it goes. It’s all terribly glamorous. It’s like being a rock star only the apartment is smaller, I have to drive my own car and my mom is the only one that ever tries to take my picture. Otherwise… exactly the same.