The Feeding Pickle Blog

She pulled her project out of her purse while I used free WiFi for a bit. She laughed, "Would you believe I'm crocheting in a fast food restaurant?!" We kinda high-fived at our love to create everyday and everywhere. And we both continued along, happily chatting while doing our creative stuffs, aware but unconcerned for the raised eyebrows of the coming and going diners.I hope to raise the Pickles here to be fearless, to be themselves wherever they are, at whatever they set their minds to do. For that matter, I want to always encourage kids and adults alike to...

She had just pulled a baby quilt top off of the sewing machine. We looked over her corner matching. It was flawless. Better than mine. I oohed and aahed over her work. Pickle beamed. She chatted excitedly about the new little nephew or niece baby she was making this for, and the next one she would start. She had labored over her fabric choices at the store, for what felt like eternity and a half to the chagrin of the younger, less-enthusiastic-about-miles-of-fabric-bolts Pickles. She had arrived with a pattern plan, with coupons in tow, and her budget in mind. Eventually...