It's the latter half of April, and here in Western New York there are snowflakes falling outside my studio window. Again. It's cold and ...

I want to talk for a minute about motherhood. Specifically, motherhood as a maker.  As women trying to juggle motherhood and these creati...

Wednesday night 7 of us sat down at The Roycroft Inn and made some drop dead beautiful things, at the first #blubirdteaches Fiber Arts Wo...

So, I've been up since 3 am, and as I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the trashed remains of what was once considered a habitable space. ...

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.” Charlotte Brontë Yes, yes, I know; it'...

Let's talk dryer balls. My meat and potatoes. My first foray into felt. My firstborn fiber child, who pays the bills while the little id...

After a veritable fever's pitch of intensity, things are winding down here now that the Western New York Fiber Arts Festival has been her...

I curated the elements for this piece with a mind towards combining the natural world that we live in (but oftentimes not truly part of it)

I don't think this has really sunk in yet, but Blubird's been invited to participate as a guest artisan at the Kenmore Farmer's Market th...