Birthday Baggage

 

When you have Baggage,

 Well go make a bag!

I celebrated my birthday over the weekend. Birthdays have always been a struggle. A trigger in many ways. Nevertheless, I decided to do something a little bit different this year!

Celebrate It!

Afterall this is not just another day, but a reminder of where I've been—and how far I've come!

My local quilt store Sew Chaotic even opened up their shop so we could celebrate and create a day of new memories!

I cannot begin to tell you how above and beyond Cathy Vance Warner and her daughter Jenn Vaughan went for me! 

Since I knew the day would be a bit overwhelming, I invited only a few people that know my PTSD journey.

Trauma doesn’t just vanish. It lingers in the body, in the quiet moments, in the way we flinch at kindness, open birthday gifts from friends for the first time, or brace ourselves for disappointment in life that is often out of our control. 

But healing isn’t about forgetting. It’s about reclaiming. About choosing softness where we once built walls, about learning to stay when we want to run.

This year, my friends Diane, Rose, Robbi, Susan, Carol, and Kathrine and I learned to make a bag! The class was taught by Lynne Daconta.

You see everyone has baggage. It is what you do with it that matters! I realized: making this bag is an act of power. Of grounding. Of saying, 

“I am here. I am still standing. I am creating.”

The birthday is a bonus. Not a celebration of age, but of endurance. Of survival. Of growth.

To anyone who’s carrying their pain quietly while still showing up, still creating, still dreaming—I see you.

Healing doesn’t always look like therapy sessions and breakthroughs. Sometimes it looks like crafting something beautiful on your birthday. Sometimes it looks like making a bag with those that care about you.

And that’s enough.

 

Mug Rugs

 

Mug Rugs.

Fill your cup or at least have something to put it on!

I want to invite you to take a deep breath with me.

Right here, right now. Let your shoulders drop. Let the world slow down, just a little.

Because today, I want to talk about something we often forget to give ourselves — self-care. Not the kind we give to others — we’re wonderful at that. Quilters are natural givers. We wrap babies in love, send comfort through stitches to grieving families, and create heirlooms that whisper, “You are cherished.”

But what about you?

What about the woman or man behind the needle?

That’s where the mug rug comes in.

Yes — the humble mug rug. Small. Quiet. Often made from scraps. Just big enough for a warm cup and a cookie. Not flashy. Not fussy. But full of heart.

To me, a mug rug is a little quilt with a big message — and that message is:

You matter, too.

A Moment to Pause

In a world that moves fast, where schedules overflow and perfection is praised, self-care can feel indulgent — even selfish. But let’s be clear:

Self-care isn’t selfish. It’s sacred.

Self-care is choosing to stop — even for five minutes — and sip your tea slowly. It’s noticing how soft the fabric feels beneath your fingers. It’s letting your hands create something beautiful, not because you have to, but because you want to.

And sometimes, it’s just sitting in silence with a mug rug under your favorite cup and letting yourself be.

Quilting as a Love Language

You see, quilting and self-care aren't separate ideas. They’re woven together, just like the threads in our work. Quilting teaches us patience, forgiveness (hello, seam ripper), and the value of progress over perfection.

Even when life feels messy, when the seams don’t line up, or when the colors don’t match the plan — we keep stitching. That’s resilience. That’s healing. That’s hope.

And isn’t that what self-care is?
Showing up for yourself with grace, not guilt.

So, here’s my invitation to you today:

Let’s make a mug rug just for you.

Not for a gift. Not for a sale. But for you.

Let it live on your table, or beside your sewing machine. Let it remind you every day that you deserve warmth, softness, and joy — just as much as anyone else.

Let it be a symbol of balance.
A boundary in fabric form that says,
"This space, this cup of tea, this moment — is mine."

In the end, a mug rug won’t fix everything. But it can be a tiny reminder that we are more than what we do for others — we are worthy of the same love we so freely give.

So let’s care for ourselves, one small square at a time.

Let’s quilt our way home — to ourselves.