I was maybe sixteen when I found an old sewing machine in the back of my Mom’s closet. I immediately knew it was something I wanted to learn. An aunt came by the next day and I begged her to teach me how it worked. I wouldn’t let her leave until I knew how it was threaded. Looking back, that day was the beginning of it all; after that day I made my first quilt.
Quilts are so cozy. They’re just what you need on a cold day. They’re handmade and crafted often by someone else who loves you. To me, they capture the warmth of Newfoundland.