So this is me and this is where I live, hidden away in the hills-n-hollers
of Tennessee. The area is actually named "Dismal" although the
mailing address is Liberty, and I find it particularly lovely and
inspiring. Fortunately, I have a strong sense of irony. Welcome to
Dismal, y'all.
Please email me at: meredith@quilted.net
You can also call me at (615) 536-5768. If you happen to be in Middle Tennessee and want to stop by, please be sure to get directions from a person, not a computer. Your computer will get you lost, and we wouldn't want that.
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My quilts are made here, in the loft of an old barn that my
partner and I have renovated over the years. Its a
wonderful, large space and I share it with the musical
interests of my partner and friends. If you are visiting,
bring and instrument and join the fun. Or if you'd rather,
bring a sewing machine and join MY fun!
Now for the challenge - what kind of quilt do you want? If you aren't
already 100% certain, here are some things to consider before you contact
me - what size? Sounds silly, but "the usual size" isn't helpful. What size is
the matress?
Does the quilt need to match existing decor? If that's not an issue, what
kind of person or people is the quilt for? Any hobbies or endearing quirks?
How much "heavy use" is the quilt likely to take? does the recipient have a
dog? a wild reputation? Most of my quilts are made to be machine washable,
but specialty fabrics and embellishment can change that, so let me know!
Why Tennessee? I get asked that alot, so here goes: in 1993 I went to the Les/gay/bi
march in Washington DC and discovered the Radical Faeries, some of the most
amazing, colorful, friendly, passionate and all-out-weird people I've ever met
anywhere. After a few years of visiting, I decided to move into the neighborhood of
one of the "home bases" of the RF community, Short Mountain Sanctuary, in the
heart of TN. I bought land, built a house (not much more difficult than a quilt, but
more water-resistant) met my current partner, had a kid and discovered unschooling.
And here we all are.
The picture? oh, that's me wrapped in duct tape.