Four years ago, sitting on a plane during a layover, I found I was the only person left on the plane. I had 40 minutes until we took off again on the next leg of the trip. I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag and settled down to do a little drawing.

My sketchbook is my playground and I have a vivid imagination. This is a storybook and a quilting book. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

Read it to your Grandies and make them a signature letter.