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Nancy loves puzzles, at least she did. She seldom puts them tougher now – I’m not sure why – but once upon an era, she was a real puzzle whiz. She would pick up as many pieces as her left hand could hold while she used her right hand to put the pieces together, thumping them at least twice when she was sure of the fit. She didn’t build the outside first, she didn’t even turn all the pieces over when she first dumped them out of the box, I want you to know. She just started.

She just started.

I think about that as I ponder and wrestle with ideas of how I will pull this together, this first set of stitched drawings.



She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.