Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Hearts Everywhere: Why I Decided to Lower My Prices

It all started with a contest that Amy Butler was having on her Facebook page- spot a naturally occurring heart shape and snap a photo of it.

At first I thought I'd find one and do it just for funsies. And sure enough, on my run that day I found a stone shaped like a heart and snapped a photo.

[This is where said photo would be, except my iPhone got stolen yesterday off the checkout counter at Walgreen's. Ouch. I'm an idiot for not paying attention. Photo edit to come when new phone arrives. Thank goodness for my work phone, which is sadly from the 1990's and does not take awesome photos of heart shaped anythings.]

It seems like since that day, hearts have been following me everywhere. I really enjoy looking at graffiti when I'm on my daily run, and it seems like everywhere I turn there is a lovey theme to the art that I've found.

castle hill, austin texas

When the tree in my front yard was cut, there was a heart shape left where the branch used to be.

not the branch in my yard, but a reasonable facsimile. 

I started thinking about how happy this made me feel when I saw these images. My thoughts turned to joy and love, period, and what those words really mean.

the beauty of street art is that it's forever changing--this graff on lamar is long gone. 

I've learned a lot about love---not necessarily romantic love (I'd be lying if I said I haven't learned a bit about it this year, but that's not what I'm talking about here), but what it really is to have love in your heart, just because you can.

Love is a choice. We choose to be loving or not to the people around us.

So speaking of loving choices....

 I love each and every one of you so much that I've decided to lower my computerized longarm quilting price back to $.01/square inch. The type of quilting I do--quick, quality and computerized- doesn't need to cost an arm and a leg. I overheard so many of my guests in my shop rationing out grocery money savings or deciding which quilts get done and when they can do so, simply because it wasn't affordable.

I'd like quilting to be more available, because the more quilts you finish, the happier you'll be and the more love you'll experience.

If I can spread the love of quilting and bring a little joy into your life, then that brings joy into my life and gives me those lovey feelings, too. I quilt because I love it, and because I want to share that love with others.

I'm off to bring joy and love into my life by entering my studio! Bring me your quilt to finish, and stop by to see my studio- I'd love to see you!


Friday, January 31, 2014

Color Party: How to Chase the Winter Blues Away

Hello. Helllllllooooo. Hi.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The cleanse of the new year has wiped away the dust left from last year's atom bomb and things seem to be on a beautiful upswing.

Things got a little weird this winter- I caught a bad case of the Winter Blues. I missed the quilt shop. It didn't hit me until after the stress of moving out of the shop and into the new house, designing and publishing the new patterns, and Market was over.

Then Long Island and I broke up a few weeks after Market.

The rush of summer and the transitions we were going thru made it the perfect summer romance for us both; but in the long run, a peacock and a hummingbird are birds of a different feather. Although it was a decision that we came to together, it demolished me when we broke it off. Our dynamic was so....dynamic. He brought light to my life in a time that had previously been casted with dark shadows, and I didn't want that to go away.
peacock sighting in Southern California, captured on my iPhone post-Spring Market

Long Island taught me to play more and to enjoy simple amusements.
He made me laugh more often than not. Looking back, that's what I really needed out of our time together. He had a challenging energy and motivated me to do a lot of things, like start running.

6.66 mile run mapped out on iPhone app Map My Run- an essential for street runners!

I started with a mile and a half, around the track at the college. I felt so empowered when I finished! It had been at least five years since I had run a mile. That simple victory encouraged me to keep running. I settled into a comfortable route close to the UT campus and increased my mileage slowly over the course of the past ten weeks. The longest to date I have run non-stop is eight miles! This is my Urban Victory. Since doing this, it seems like I've been more creative and thoughtful.

Victory pose after the first time I broke 5 miles!

I think about quilting a lot when I'm running. The street art downtown gives me design ideas and the colors of the buildings, signs and other city scenery are so inspiring. I have a renewed love for Austin from hitting the streets. Running has also been a driving force in chasing the Winter Blues away. It's a healthy break from the world that lets me become lost in my head.

seen on Duval- I've also been seeing this seahorse graffiti tag in other places in Hyde Park. 

seen on a steel panel on a wall on Guadalupe

 Quilt Mama came to visit this Christmas and sparked my creative fire. She has this wonderful invigorating energy about her that seemed to dust Winter Blues and sweep them out. Moms do that, right? Open up the curtains in your room and let the sunlight in so you can start your day. I love it.

I've been quilting more than I've been documenting, which is why my New Years Resolution was to share more of my quilting with you, my friends! This is a charity quilt that I free-motion quilted for the Austin Modern Quilt Guild.

fun and vibrant charity quilt made by members of Austin Modern Quilt Guild

This is a candid photo of a fun vintage house quilt that I also free motion quilted for a fun client for a Christmas gift- this photo shows the quilt in-progress while it was loaded on the machine.

little houses on the hillside, little houses made of ticky-tacky...

The most inspiring event to happen as of late was the improvisational color lecture and workshop I had the pleasure of doing for Houston Modern Quilt Guild. They have a large invigorating group of quilters that really know how to put on a party! I had the pleasure of teaching my new color and composition method. I become inspired by my daily life and snap photos constantly of colorful images, especially when I'm running or out with friends. Or falling in love. I've compiled Pinterest boards that are color-specific to inspire you to build your inspiration palette! You can follow my boards here

Here's a few shots from the Color Party workshop:

I'm a firm believer that there is beauty everywhere. The decay of winter brings such a beautiful neutral color palette that makes the pop of spring colors that much more luxurious and rich in comparison. The Winter Blues introduced a whole new color palette to my life.  Once the new year began, the pain in my heart I felt seemed to melt away like winter snow dripping in the sun. I decided to stop worrying about the past or the future. All I have is the present and what is around me right now. 

I am writing this on the eve of the one-year anniversary of my birth mother's passing. I have been in need to reach all of you and talk to you, but the Winter Blues took away my voice. I find it bittersweetly strong and satisfying that I finally feel ready to share with you on this day. 

I feel like I've lived a lifetime since this day last year. 

She is with me, and she is fiercely proud of the woman I'm becoming. 

And you know what else? 

I am, too. 

Thank you for letting me share my life with you. I feel such a tremendous connection to you, as an individual and as a reader of this blog and a follower of my craft and my life.  I used to just be a wayward girl who lacked connection and now I feel like all of you are my family.I often wonder if you are feeling the same things I am feeling or going thru a similar trial or life lesson as I am. I encourage you to create a dialogue between us about anything- quilting of course is probably our common thread, but as I weave the fibers of my career, I want you to know who I am authentically, and I want to know you, too. 

If you want to talk hip hop, however, you'll be immediately moved to the top of my Awesome list, because I have so very few with which to share that passion and also the passion of stitching!

You can reach me by emailing remnantsfiberculture at gmail dot com, or by simply commenting on this blog post. 

Lastly, I pledge to be more visual and to share with you the inspiration that I'm seeing thru my eyes. Now that the Blues are gone I feel this tremendous responsibility to show you the artist that I am becoming and all of the things I'm oozing creatively. It won't all be boyfriends and the Wu Tang Clan. 

And lastly lastly, Grandma Pam, if you're reading this, I want you to know that I thought of you today when I was looking at my latest quilt samples. You taught me to have a passion for color and to play with it- to not be afraid of it, to live it. I'm so grateful for your presence in my life, and when I come home next week, I can't wait to give you the biggest hug and tell you how much I love you!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

To Thomas With Love

I met Thomas Knauer in Kansas City during a meetup at Quilt Market in the spring of 2012. When I met him, I hated his guts. He was snarky, completely shocked that I had no idea who he was, and absolutely obnoxious.  I thought to myself, “Is this guy on drugs?” 

Our paths wouldn’t cross again until February of this year. QuiltCon was well underway, and my buddy Melody Miller and I were coming back from an event at my shop that Melody had graciously agreed to host. We were catching Denyse Schmidt’s inspiring keynote speech. As it ended, and the lights went up, Thomas was sitting behind us. He said hi to Melody and reached out his hand to introduce himself to me.

“I know who you are. We met in Kansas City last year. You know, you were kind of an asshole to me.”

Before I could even stop myself, the words came flowing out of my mouth. I have the worst case of No Filter Mouth at the most inappropriate times. 

Melody, wide-eyed, slowly inched away from me. “I have to catch my plane. It was great seeing you!”

Thomas blinked. 

Then he laughed. 

“You know, I probably really was completely insufferable.  I’m sorry! It was a stressful Market. You know I even...”

....and before I knew it, one snarky punk and another snarky punk became friends. 

Thomas and me in my booth at QuiltCon, February 2013

As the past year has progressed I have come to view Thomas as a mentor, confidante, and friend. Both of us share a love for fine art and counterculture and the beautiful blend that is intricately woven between them. We together feel that there is a unique subculture of modern/ post-modern quilters forming, and that the industry is changing. 

When I had the worst year ever, filled with tragic events, I felt comfortable telling him when things just plain sucked. “There’s beauty in the breakdown. This will further your art.” He would gently remind me of these things from time to time. 

When I couldn’t create from burnout after closing the shop, we had an intimate talk, hemispheres away from each other; I on a weekend trip to Houston, and Thomas in Cambridge for the year. I confessed my sheer relief from closing up the storefront, and how much I loved to longarm, and to make art quilts, but felt like there was never enough time for either, or to grow as an artist. 

“You just gotta make stuff. Make art. Make bad art. Eventually you’ll make good art. I can’t tell you how many things I threw away in grad school. In time things will just click, and you’ll start flowing again. It’s not a well, Jessica- your creativity will not run dry.”

What I’ve learned from Thomas, or rather, what I’ve been consciously reminded, is that in order to be unique and relevant, everything that we create must have meaning. Most importantly, I learned that no matter what is at stake, one must always be true to oneself. 

I also learned that although we are all very busy, it is important to take your time and do it right. (SOS Band, anyone?) In order to facilitate this, I put up a little Thomas montage in my studio. Thomas is always watching me, so I can't cut crooked anymore. 
Thomas is always watching.

I’m introducing my newest 3 patterns under my new(ish) pattern design company, Homegrown; the first of which is called Ups and Downs. I named it Ups and Downs because I felt it was an appropriate description of my year, and also because of the directions of the arrow blocks. 

Ups and Downs
Homegrown Patterns
available thru Villa Rosa Designs

There is a tutorial for this pattern coming soon. I wanted to have it finished before I published this post, but all things must happen in the order in which one is able to complete each task at hand. I have come to make my peace that I am only one person trying to do the work of many people. 

Lovingly pieced and edited by Kate Griffin,
 quilted and bound by moi

I used Thomas’ final fabric line with Andover, Thesaurus, to pay homage to my friend. I watched him grow as a designer, take ballsy risks, and make tough decisions while maintaining his personal beliefs and integrity in the process. I can only imagine how difficult it’s been to be a man in a female-dominated industry such as ours, and I’ve seen him handle sexism with grace and humor. 

I feel like although it’s kind of cheesy, I dedicate this simple pattern to my buddy T.K. because he’s a real artist, he takes no shit, and because he has the heart of a lion.

Thomas- you are a great teacher, and sometimes an asshole, but most of all an inspiring person and a fantastic friend.  : ) I couldn't have found my voice without you. This pattern is for you. 


Friday, October 25, 2013

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself: Houston Quilt Market begins!


I'm writing this from the garage at Long Island's twin brother's house. The floor is littered with tiny screws, nuts, bolts, and engine parts. Not exactly very quilty, huh? It smells like engine grease in here and I couldn't feel more at home.

My dad was/is a greaser- always tinkering around on something. Behind our house on our property lied a 40 foot brick red building that my dad called The Shop. He'd spend hours in the shop, fixing the lawn mower, or one of the family cars- tinkering, really. Sometimes I wish I would have paid more attention to what he was doing. Once in a while I'd hang out in The Shop with my dad- as a wee kid I'd sort nuts and bolts for candy/toy money. As an older child, I'd hang out there while he replaced my brakes, half-paying attention to what he was teaching me. He'd show me the rotors and tell me that they were still in great shape and didn't need to be replaced quite yet, and so on and so forth.

As I watch Long Island tinkering on his dirtbike, I can't help but make a creepy correlation between the two which kind of freaks me out a little bit.

Houston is warmer than I expected it to be, and my suitcase does not quite reflect warm weather. I brought all sweaters and long sleeves and flannels. My goal was to coax Winter out of her hiding place, beckoning her with my cable knits and calf-length boots. Come, my lady. She's a stubborn one, that Winter, especially in Texas.

This is the first Quilt Market in two years that hasn't given me total anxiety. I don't have to worry about whether the store is being burnt down or not, or leaving it unattended for 10 days while I travel. It's such a relief to be able to just pick up and go.

I had the pleasure of attending Fabric 2.0 this evening. Fabric 2.0 is a networking event for bloggers, designers, and fabric lovers that are in the industry. I had a blast looking thru the crowd and finding familiar faces.

I had two very important people tell me in passing "oh yeah, I read that on your blog..."

.....people are reading my blog? I thought to myself.

Maybe it's the years I spent as Fat Jessica as a youth, or the fact that I was a hopelessly emo drama geek in high school, it still amazes me that people take the time and energy to engage in my life and to take care in what I'm doing, even when it's not fabric related.

I promised myself that I'd take more time to write about fabric and quilting, and more about the artistic process and the visual transformations in which I'm engaging. I fully intend to do that, but I also feel that by sharing who I really am with all of you and being as transparent as possible, it gives the art meaning. Plus, I know a lot of you, like me, went thru many trials and tribulations this year. I was incredibly nervous to come to Market this season. I felt like damaged goods- with the passing of my mom, the divorce, the head injury....I'm like a walking Lifetime movie here. Maybe I'm egotistical (aren't we all?!), but I was afraid that there was a neon sign above my head, blinking, that said HOT MESS. The funny thing is, the most popular remark this evening was "Wow, you look great, you look so happy."

And you know the funny thing about it?

I am.


Incredibly happy.

I wake up in the morning and turn on my Gammill first thing and get her warmed up. I walk 20 feet from my bed to my machine. I live with my best friend, who is considerate, generous, thoughtful, loving, and hilarious. I live 7 minutes away from the most interesting man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I have shared custody of the sweetest dog on earth. I talk to my sister Sammy every Tuesday and Thursday. I have the largest fabric stash of anyone I know under the age of 30. (It's kind of sickening, really. ) All of these things, collectively, facilitate the abundance of love that I feel everyday for the life I'm living. Thanks, Boomerang.

Back to Market!

I'm sure you're wondering what I'm actually doing at Market this year. I have 3 new patterns with Villa Rosa Designs from my new Homegrown label, and I'm also demo'ing in the Coats and Clark booth! You can learn how to play with Phoomph and make a really cool luggage tag. All the cool kids are doing it- you should too. My first demo is tomorrow at 10am- please stop by and say hi if you are in the area! Booth 717 for Coats and Clark and 1061 for Villa Rosa Designs.

You can also tweet me @fiber_culture and I'll be sure to meet up and give you a hug. No, really, I will, unless you hate hugs, and in that case I will probably still hug you.

The clock is taunting me and I must rest. I told myself I'd get up at 5am to squeeze in my daily run- ha! Pipe dream.

Goodnite moon, goodnite quilters everywhere.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Feathering the Nest/The Importance of Value

"So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head
and I see black, black, green and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly a light appears in my brain,
and I think of my ways, think, think of my ways, and know that I have changed."
---Grouplove "Colours"

The dust has settled, the land has been leveled. The store is closed and my entire house looks like a bad episode of Hoarders: Old Lady Edition.

The above lyrics are the most accurate representation of how I currently am feeling about the whole situation.

I took a much-needed week off after Remnants closed and took the first weekend off I'd had in over seven years. My entire young adult life I worked more than full-time. At first I felt extremely guilty for taking the time, because the house was crazy-go-nuts and fabric, boxes, and other miscellaneous quilty items littered every surface. In retrospect, if I hadn't have taken it, I probably would have gone crazy.

I feel like a few months after my mom died, my entire paradigm on life flipped. I think it was the accident in New Mexico that put a lot of feelings into perspective. I have always valued my ability to work; not just to work, but to work hard and long, and to enjoy the work that I'm doing. I've only ever had jobs that I was really passionate about because I knew I had this worker-bee trait ingrained in me from the time I was a small child. I figure, if I'm going to work 60+ hours a week, I may as well be doing what I really love.

I come from a long line of overachievers. My sister Sammy started a hair salon when she was 21 years old. TWENTY ONE. Here I was at TWENTY FIVE thinking that I was so behind in life because I was behind my sister. I have many friends, and many peers, and I don't know a single other person in their early 20's, period, that owned or currently owns a retail store-front business. Not a single one, including all of my college-educated friends that I envied the entire time I was working thru my early adulthood.

Recently, I began to realize that the entire time I owned Remnants I absolutely hated my life. Don't get me wrong--the fabric, the creativity, the social interaction with the sewing community and the amazing friendships I forged all added value to my life. But the stress of inventory control, budgets, never feeling like my store was good enough, or full enough, never feeling like I had enough.....it was slowly killing me.

When I owned Remnants I felt like I wasn't living a valuable life. Stress, anger, resentment and exhaustion were everyday feelings. My eyes were bigger than my stomach and I took on WAY more than I was able to chew. I feel like I had put this invisible force-field of pressure on myself and in doing that, I burnt out without even realizing it, but still felt the pressure to keep on keeping on, thus continuing this vicious cycle of suck. It was stupid.

Shutting the store down was the first honest and self-serving thing I've done for myself in seven years. I've added a value to my life that I never even knew existed: work-life balance. I wasn't really aware of how incredibly depressed and exhausted I was until it was all over. Life was so busy between QuiltCon, Portland Market, running the store everyday, special in-store events all summer, and attempting to stay present in the community, that after it was all said and done, I realized that I still hadn't grieved for my mom, and she passed away in February. 

I made the decision to close Remnants as a store-front and to focus on my home studio because I have learned every lesson in life the hard way. Why build a house with rotten wood? Why touch the iron when clearly we know that it is hot? This captain does not go down with the ship. 

The value that I now place on my personal rejuvenation and also in my daily needs has been the best lesson I learned from owning the shop. I am starting to set boundaries; sometimes I cannot fulfill a deadline, or decline an invitation to a work-related event. It's a relief to give myself permission to do only what I'm capable of doing, and being satisfied with not being able to do everything all of the time.

It's been almost a month since we closed the doors, and I finally feel like I'm ready to start putting things back together. The Gammill is up and running and computerized quilting has started to happen again. The Millennium is mostly assembled- I plan to put her together this week. No rush.

Putting 4,000 square feet into my portion of a 2,000 square foot house has been......fun. Not really. Do you know when you have such a long, tedious road ahead of you that you just avoid everything and sew instead? Yeah, I do that too. In time, the boxes will all be unpacked, quilting will resume, and life will go on.

I feel healthier and happier than I could have possibly imagined. I love being able to quilt in my underwear. (Sorry if that's an overshare, but it's still pretty awesome.)

Long Island (my peacock from last blog) and I are forging a strong path. It hasn't been exactly as easy as either of us expected- after all, we have coastal opposition. The Pacific and the Atlantic Oceans are so different. There's the Pacific, with its placidity, its crispness and airy tide. Then there's The Atlantic with its rocky crushes of waves. Both of us have sunken ships; our sunken pasts. The way that I see it, when you weather it together, it becomes a perfect storm. We're lightly anchored; we're just riding out the wave. After all, life's a beach, right?

Many of my friends and guests have asked where to find me. I am still quilting as a service! Instead of having a regular storefront, I now rent an office suite where I meet to do pickups and dropoffs. I do all of the quilting out of my house, which is pet-free and smoke-free. The office suite's address is 6448 Hwy 290 E, Suite D107A, Austin TX 78723. I do not keep regular hours there and do all my work by appointment, so please do not show up without calling and setting up an appointment with me! I am excited to get back into the swing of things and am happily quilting away.  To set up an appointment, you can call the same number we've always had- 512-821-1511.

As always, I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this blog and to allow me the opportunity to share my life with all of you. It is an extreme honor to be able to do what I love every day, and to do it for the best community in the world- quilters.


Sunday, September 1, 2013

The ravens, the peacock, the doves, and the Indian Summer.

"This was the year [s]he fell to pieces
and this was the year when more people 
than [s]he even knew existed
scrambled to put [her] back together again
and as they tried
they didn't notice [s]he was smiling"
-Atmosphere, "Pride's Paranoia"

I feel like it's been a lifetime since we've had our last fireside chat here. 

So many events have transpired this summer; some adverse, some victorious. I had every intention of telling you about all of the awesome summer activities that we took part in as Remnants:fiber[culture], such as the Austin Craft Riot Clothing Swap and subsequently the Craft Party; our annual Post-Market Soiree, and the first annual Austin Shop Hop with Stitch Lab, Form and Fabric and our other awesome friends. 

I could go on and on and so forth about how great these events were for our business and how much fun we had. 

But the truth is, my heart is abundant and brimming with all of the personal development that has taken shape. I feel like you are reading this blog because you love fabric and quilting, of course, but also because you relate to me somehow in a personal way. I love business, and I love fabric, don't get me wrong. But I'm a people-first kinda gal and I can't not tell you everything that has been going on in my life. 

The beginning of this year seemed like a hurricane that just wouldn't let up. Mama went to Heaven. Mike and I split up. Dad saved my life in New Mexico. It seems so ridiculous that I can sum up six months of my life with three incredibly simple sentences. All of that heartache, hardship, rivers of tears, and it's not even enough to make a complex paragraph. 

And on top of it all, the store was teeter-tottering each month, on the brink of death. The water kept rising, and I kept struggling to keep my head above it. In all honesty, I really wasn't in the position to play Shopkeeper, and I'm sure that it showed. 

I blame my apathy on emotional exhaustion and the lack of fight that was left in me. 

That's when my friends stepped in. First Lily, arranging for grocery store dates, rides to and from work, fresh produce from her garden, and a general ear to listen. She refused to give up on me even when I wanted to give up. She reinforced that I had made the right decisions to start a fresh life. She made me give up my energy drink vice. (no, seriously, I'm scared of her, so I pretty much do whatever she tells me to do.) Lily, you rock, but I don't have to remind you of that- you already know. 

Then Jen swooped in and tag teamed with Lily. From the courthouse to the grocery store, to Eddie Murphy Raw and White Wine Spritzers, I don't know what my life would be like if she hadn't swaddled me with love and care. Jennifer Delk, I am publicly thanking you for your friendship, love, concern, care, chia seed in everything, and everything in between. I have never had a friend in my life like you. You're my Nubian Queen, my sister from another mister; you are family. Thanks for tag-teaming me on the Rock Star detox, making me take care of myself, and all of your acts of service.

Jen and Lily are the ravens, and the doves are all of the other wonderful women and men in my life that swooped in and swaddled me with their feathers. I could name names, but it would take up the entire blog. You know who you are. Thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart. 


Thomas Knauer and I always talk about how much beauty there is in the breakdown. Sometimes I lose sight of that, but it's been re-revealed to me. Something about the six-month mark of my mom's passing made a switch flip in my life and I started to think that maybe I wasn't quite doomed to live in the hurricane forever. I started spending more time outside of the store; despite its struggle, I needed an opportunity to rejuvenate. Work/life balance was starting to ensue, and I liked it. 

I was talking to my friend Casey about boys a few months ago just after the divorce and how I had  made a written blueprint of what I want out of a mate. (seriously, I wrote a list.) Somehow we turned it into an allegorical metaphor about peacocks. Follow me here. I was telling Casey about how the female peacocks are kinda homely looking, and the males are the real zingers. Their beautiful plumes spread out perfectly attract their potential mate. When they find a peahen that they want to impress, they puff out their feathers and wiggle them around to show the peahen how big and beautiful their tales are.

I told Casey, I want a freakin peacock, man. I want someone who is loud and proud and wants to puff out his feathers to impress me. 


A few weeks ago a peacock from Long Island came into my life. He is aggressive, obnoxious, and persistent (and absolutely gorgeous). He asked me out three times; three times I told him no. Finally, I realized that he would probably not take no for an answer. I told him, my work is my life and I don't have time for you. Then what do I have to do for you to go out with me? he asked. Clean my shop and move my furniture, I joked to him. 

I was kidding. 

He totally wasn't. 
Call me crazy, but my blueprint came to life. I find a new thing to check off my list the more time we spend together. With intention, he completely swept me off my feet. (The proof is in the pudding-- check my Instagram!)  It's back to how everything happens for a reason. There are no rainbows without rain. 

The storm has let up. The sunshine is pouring in. Boomerang, I got you. 


This summer was full of hard decisions. I've been praying, meditating, manifesting, and planning for the greater part of the season and have had a lot of soul searching to do. 

I realized this summer how much I truly enjoy being a longarm quilter and how grateful I am that our business has been allowed to grow and that I've been able to see so much from this community just from the pleasure of quilting. 

I am starting a new chapter of my life and have decided to shut my storefront down to quilt out of my home studio. This may or may not come as a shock or surprise to you. Quite frankly, I spent the entire summer working from 10am oftentimes until 2am. This isn't really the life that I intended to live. Rather than kill myself trying to keep an out-of-balance store teetering, I'd rather produce a service that is thriving and inspirational. If I'm tired, cranky and just plain burnt out, I don't feel that this is the Jessica that you have come to know and love. 

It is with great joy that I announce this transition, because it allows me to spend more time doing what I truly love (longarm) and also will facilitate a better work/life balance. I couldn't be more excited for this new beginning. It's like a rebirth. 

Tomorrow begins the last week we will be open as a storefront. The last week's schedule is Monday, September 2 until Friday, September 6 from 12pm till 6pm. Of course there is a huge fabric sale. Of course you should come say goodbye to the shop and say hello to the new me! 

I will be sending out a newsletter that announces my new schedule and the services that I will still be offering. Feel free to join on the website here

Lastly, I thank each and every one of you for reading this blog and for supporting my shop. It's been an extreme honor to serve you and to allow you to watch me grow and change within the industry that I love and adore so much. I can only promise you that it's all upward from here, and that you haven't seen the last of me! 

With all of my love and honor, 



Friday, June 21, 2013

Holy cow! New Soiree ticket rules!!

Hi quilters!

After much demand, moaning and groaning, begging and pleading, I'm extending the PostMarket Soiree to our out-of-town friends that want to win win win!

If you live out of town, or can't make it, you can go here and buy tickets. The first ticket is $5, and any additional tickets for ya are only a buck! YIPPEE! We'll be picking winners all nite!

Here's just a few photos of some of the goodies we're giving away:

3 fat quarter packs of Thomas Knauer's Thesaurus fabric!

a hand-quilted baby quilt, 4 coin purses and a handbag by Rashida Coleman-Hale!

2 patterns, a Lucky Star kit and a fat quarter pack from Alison Glass!

A signed Mended Hearts print from Lily Gallender!

5 Charm packs from Amy Butler! 

Gelaskins from Melody Miller!!!! (sorry for the ghetto picture, you know how I roll)

I sincerely hope that you can make it if you are in the Austin area. All are welcome! The party is tomorrow, June 23rd and is from 7pm-midnite. The address for the store is 10435 Burnet Road, Suite 106.  If you can't make it or live out of town, hop over to the website and grab a ticket. The first ticket is $5 and the additional tickets are $1 each. There's plenty more prizes!

I'm so freaking excited. You know how much I love to party, right? 

Hope to see you there, in person or virtually!


PS I have been using a new hashtag online! Tag #ILoveRFC when you buy fabric from our shop. You can also use #remnants or #remnantsfiberculture too. : )))