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There is something about the ocean. Don’t get me wrong. I love looking at the changing face of the river every day, including the days when it is completely iced over. But there is something about the ocean…

While reading the latest issue of I. D., I was struck by the similarities, and, at the same time, the differences between eras and generations. Here was the twenty-first century version of my earlier mid-twentieth-century self. (more…)

This morning dawned cool and clear after two steamy soggy days, the sun shimmering on the river, the boats’ reflections splashing daubs of color onto the surface.

While one would need to imagine the sound of the ducks calling to one another, I was able just to capture them with my inadequate–soon to be upgraded–camera.

It is always interesting to sit back, step out of myself and observe. This morning at about 1:00 a.m., I returned to the coffee table where I had laid out fabric combinations for four new bags–in quiltspeak, it is called “auditioning.” (more…)

My name is Marj Wilson. Recently I was asked how many times I had reinvented myself. I would need to go a long way back to answer that question. In the long ago 1950s, I was a fabric designer, dubbed one of the “Young Designers” of whatever year that was by a long defunct magazine–Living for Young Homemakers, if memory serves. (more…)