West Hill

West Hill was one of my very first quilting fabric collections. It was inspired by a real place, an intersection of dirt roads where there had once been a town, on a little mountain in northern Vermont. Just beyond that crossroads was an old one room schoolhouse, and just below that, a meadow filled with wildflowers, and just beyond that, a perfect swimming hole at the bottom of a waterfall, underneath a covered bridge. I lived there when I was really young, loved it fiercely, and was heartbroken when we had to leave it behind.

Just recently, somebody planted a For Sale sign on that meadow, and without a lot of thought, I bought it. I considered putting up a house, but decided instead to install what the eight year old version of me would have designed: a massive, Robinson Crusoe inspired safari tent. It's off grid, offline, offroad, and, in the scheme of long term plans, somewhat off topic. It's also become my family's most favorite place in the world, which is great, because it's always been mine. Watching my daughter run through the buttercups and jump into the river is a dream, one I could not even have imagined when I first drew the wildflowers and tadpoles that became West Hill.

I'm happy to welcome back these little characters, plus a few new stories and colors. You'll find the same deep, cold greens of the deepest part of the river, and the acidic yellows and greens of the buttercups and the fireflies, the bright blue of the Vermont sky, and the pale grays of rainy afternoons. Annabel and I have even updated Ruby and Bee with these same hues, so that you can find more ways to use them. I can tell you now, first hand, that these colors were exactly how I remembered them. Thank you for keeping these prints in the mix, for continuing to collect and to support my work, and for sharing my joy.

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