Tomorrow morning if you wake up
and the sun does not appear
I will be here
If in the dark, we lose sight of love
Hold my hand, and have no fear
‘Cause I will be here


I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to cryin’
Through the winning, losing and trying
We’ll be together
I will be here


Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I will be here
Just as sure as seasons were made for change
Our lifetimes were made for these years
So I will be here


I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we’re older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be hereI will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me


Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here
Oh, I will be here.

by Steven Curtis Chapman

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken LOVE until it so desires.
Many waters cannot quench LOVE;
Rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give all the wealth of his house for
it would be utterly scorned.
Song of Solomon chapter eight

 Today marks the end of the brutal cold spell we’ve been having. It seems almost hard to believe that we can finally anticipate some warmer weather here in this frozen wasteland known on the map as Wisconsin.
I have been pining away for Spring ever since the first time the thermometer touched the -50 mark many moons ago.  
 I realize maybe some of you may be even farther north than myself (a special hello to you arctic dwellers who read my blog!), so I really do hate to rub it in that we’re getting warmer weather. But if the following numbers in the forecast seem a mite depressing for you (because we’re getting it before you), go make yourself a nice warm cup of coffee. Believe you me, java has been my lifeline through the last several months of plummeting temperatures. (Maybe you should set the pot to brewing now before you read what’s to be read after the following picture of a freezing horse known around here as FaLize.)
So I checked the forecast this morning and there’s a warm front moving in. Today will be all of (get this, folks…) Four Degrees. Yes, you heard right! And that would be four degrees above zero, in case you might happen to wonder. Sure, there’s a chance of snow, and there’s still that windchill that knocks the dew-point to -12°F (-24°C). But really, it’s not that big of a deal, because the official technical temperature stands above zero. Could this be a record high? And what’s even more, there’s a heat wave rolling in on Wednesday, according to the weatherman (of course, he does have that reputation of dashing our hopes, but it’s nothing more than a mere damper on the excitement). They are predicting a high of 22° fahrenheit. Who wants to hit the beach with me?






Has the strange thought ever flitted across your mind along the lines of “Whatever happened to Britt?” I know it does for a few of you because you ask me things like, “Why aren’t you updating your blog?” And I think, “duh! My hands are full, can’t you tell?” and then I realize that you’re all looking at me through your computer screens and not even a webcam would reveal what kind of elbow grease I stir up… Simply because I don’t have my computer or a webcam in my sewing room.

Oh yep, I see the lights going on all over the place. Yeah, dear readers, I got bit by the sewing bug really bad. And so, by popular demand (I almost wondered if there’s a way to unsubscribe from quilt picture requests) I am revealing to you some of my most recent completed projects–all of which are the results of digging in my box of scraps. There’s another still in the works, but has yet to be disclosed.


This particular quilt is a rag quilt and is one of those things that little nephews are made of. That’s my li’l birthday boy snuggled in there.  
He’s a keeper–just in case you might’ve been wondering.





This one I pieced together one afternoon (80 yards of hand quilting excluded)–approximately crib-size. All variations of the Irish Chain intrigue me, so it’s generally inevitable that I will make at least one in one of my sewing fits.

Last year’s was a Double Irish Chain.




^^an “Ohio Star” lap quilt^^
and below is a close-up photo of a wall hanging of the same pattern to show the hand quilting.


Most recently completed is the following…


And that will be all for today folks! Amazing what a box of scraps can hold, isn’t it? Thanks for tuning in. 🙂


Oh my brother, I know you’re out there
With all your burdens and heavy loads


You’ve been traveling down this highway
For so long, for so long.



Oh my sister, I know you’re crying
‘Cause you feel lost down in your soul

Where you’re empty, Jesus can fill you
All that He asks is you come home.


Father, mother, son and daughters
We’re all searching for that peace


That can fill us and then reveal to us

The sweet forgiveness that we all need.


Come on and meet me down by the river
And let’s dive in like little children do

And let our troubles wash to the Father
He’ll wash us clean and He’ll make us new.



The blood that flowed from Calvary is in the river still
His cleansing blood will wash and clean you if you only will

He’ll wash you clean and
He’ll make you new.

Cindy Morgan