Not every showstopper wears a crown. Some announce themselves in velvet and silk—unfurling in slow, silent theater. This anemone, regal in its poise, holds court among the greenery, draped in its crisp white with a whisper of red, jewel-black seeds circling like tiny courtiers. The center: a universe stitched from purple threads, delicate yet defiant.Grandeur […]

Here’s to the gloriously imperfect, to learning by doing, and to stitching a little more courage into every row.