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We're Nan and Bonnie (left to right). We hope you like what you see and return many times. We design and make all of our products with an eye toward southern-style comfort. We learned most of what we know about that from Momma, and gosh knows she needed that after raising us!
We are two of four sisters and one brother, southern born and bred. Our late mother, Virginia, a prize-winning quilter, renowned cook and true southern lady, instilled in us a love of sewing that has become a strong bond and a passionate hobby. Momma always said I (Nan) was born tired and had a relapse, but when it comes to doing something I love, I’m all over it. Bonnie got all the metabolism in the family! She can work circles around any of us. When we sew together, she does let me stop for meals, then it’s back to work. My desire to have a business doing what I love and Bonnie’s “can-do” attitude and bent toward action have bonded us in this web-based endeavor. Mom would be so proud!
Bonnie and her husband of forty-seven years, Coleman, are currently enjoying retirement at their lakefront home. Bill and I (Nancy) have been married forty years and reside at our rural residence on the high ground. With almost 90 years of marriage experience between us, we have learned to make our years count, not count our years. So, after years of sewing for fun, and, with no new grandbabies in the oven, we decided to turn our hobby into a business.
January 14, 1995
GOD IS GOOD!
My twin brother, John, and I used to love to go to visit with Granny at her little house on the hill, and sit on her front porch after dark and look out across the fields at thousands of lightning bugs twinkling randomly. They were really dense … probably three or four every square foot., and they all seemed to hover at about the same altitude … about two to three feet above the ground. A beautiful sight because, at Granny’s in those days, there were no electric lights to compete with the fireflies. She showed us something one dark moonless night that I shall never forget, and hope to see again someday.
She went into the kitchen and returned to the porch with a very big, long-handled spoon and said, “Boys, look out there across the field.” She then began to beat the spoon on the back of her metal porch chair in a slow cadence, and what we saw that night was unbelievably beautiful. I have never met anyone who has witnessed the same phenomenon or that has ever heard of such.
When the sound waves from the striking of the chair traveled out across the valley, the fireflies all lit simultaneously as each sound wave reached them and then dimmed as the wave passed. The effect was perfect concentric arcs of light traveling out from the porch, in response to each strike of the spoon, and across the darkened field and into the woods beyond, as far as the fireflies flew and the sound traveled. When Granny finally tired of swinging the spoon, we three tried clapping our hands in unison, slowly and as loudly as possible. The little bugs' fluorescent fannies responded as well to our clapping but the living arcs of light were not as well-defined and crisp as with the spoon-chair technique, but may have been more beautiful because of the muting.
If you are ever in a place in this world where the lightning bugs have not been destroyed by pesticides, I know you will remember this and will try it, and when you see the light, you will know the same thing I know. God is good! He is really good! He is really, really good!
But I still did not know just how good, until years later, when one day I first heard and believed the Good News, that God was in Christ reconciling the world unto Himself, not imputing their trespasses unto them. When I met Him that day, I distinctly remember thinking, “Haven’t we met before?”