The Quilted Rose Co.

I am SO excited to announce that The Quilted Rose Co. is {FINALLY} opening Saturday, March 3rd (3/3)!

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It has been my dream to open my own quilt shop and now I’m pursuing that dream.

Here are a couple sneak peeks of what will be listed. Let me know what catches your eye!






I’ve started a blog in hopes of sharing the stories behind each quilt I’ve made in the past and the quilts that that are yet to be made in the future. Feel free to check it out here!


Good Gifts

You don’t realize how special your family is. 99% of the time, you take them for granted whether they’re around or not.


That is until you have special moments like these.


Becca tho. Why.

When you’re together and you catch up on life.



When you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt and you’re crying. Or you stay up till 2am and literally fall asleep talking to each other.

That was what happened when the cousins came. We haven’t seen them in a couple of years, but they came to visit for New Year’s weekend. It was so so good. I didn’t realize how much I missed them and loved them until they had to go. I cried so hard the day they left. I had taken them for granted.

My uncle flew in from Korea and stayed with us for like ten days or so. Komo came for two days during that time. Oh, and Uncle Joe surprised us and stayed with us too. So we had our family reunion and played games and watched movies. Here are some of my favorite moments.

That time when we watched Inside Out and we all cried together.

All the puzzles we put together. With every piece, Uncle David would say, “This is key.”

When we played games and Uncle David said,”The losers shall eat chocolate because they are sad.”

The fact that Uncle Joe brought more food than clothes with him when he arrived. How does he manage to get everything through security?!?!? #donutsfordays #whitecastle #ilovemyuncle

Sam was baptized the same weekend both uncles were here. (Komo unfortunately had to go back to work.)

With every game we played, Uncle David calculated the probability of the dice or the cards and insisted that we trust the math… Because the math works and math is life.


We also took a trip down to Texas to see some friends. Man, have I missed these girls!


An unexpected surprise! We got to see Aunt Laura and Uncle Kerry!



Aunt Laura and Uncle AJ renewed their wedding vows for their 25th anniversary.

Hearing parts of their journey together and hearing their new promises to each other with the ocean crashing behind them was such a privilege. Being married to only each other for 25 years is a rarity. It’s one thing to get married, but it’s another thing to stay married. Their marriage and my parents’ marriage are a testimony to the Lord’s goodness and His grace. That’s the kind of marriage I want–one that is firmly anchored to the Lord and to be growing and encouraging each other to be more like Christ.


With all the people I got to see these past few months, James 1:17 kept coming to mind. Every soul I got to see, every hug I got to give, and every laugh we shared was a beautiful gift from the Father of lights. I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again. It’s more fun now that we’re older, but it’s also harder to get together because we’re working and there’s college and life happens. But I realize that my family is important. I often take them for granted, but they are a good, good gift from my heavenly Father. I need to make time for them. I may not see my friends on a regular basis, but every text message, every card, and every skype call or lunch date is a good, good gift from my Father. I can’t take that for granted.


“These are the days, these are the days. The days we’ll never get back. These are the days, these are the days. And these days are all we have.”

Girls’ Night.

I spent the night at Mrs. Nancy’s house.

Which I think is amazing because I don’t do sleepovers very often. Frankly, I love my bed and the comfort of my home. (But that doesn’t stop me from trying to spend the night somewhere every once and a while.) Ever since I was little, I had trouble sleeping at other people’s homes. I would beg my dad to come pick me up around midnight, or I would be up every hour of the night and miserable the next day because I was so tired. But there’s something about Mr. Rex and Mrs. Nancy’s house that makes me feel at peace. The last time I slept over, E. came with me and I didn’t wake up once in the middle of the night! This time, I went by myself because I was helping Mrs. Nancy with her quilt and Mr. Rex was out of town. I think I woke up only once, but fell right back to sleep!


So the sleepovers will continue to happen.




I had so much fun with Mrs. Nancy! We sewed and talked. We drank tea and shared stories. We had our devotions in the evening and prayed together. On the way to church, we sang songs and hymns to prepare our hearts. I love that I can share my heart and my dreams with her and that in her years of experience of walking with the Lord and in her knowledge of Him, she encourages me according to what the Bible says. One of the gentlemen at church pointed out that our time together was exactly what Paul was instructing the church to do:

the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things— that they admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be blasphemed.
Titus 2:3‭-‬5 NKJV

(Now, y’all know I’m not married, but you get the idea.) The older ones are teaching the younger ones. Encouraging them and loving them the way Christ did when He was on earth.

I’m just so thankful that in addition to my godly parents, I have kindred spirits like Mrs. Nancy that God has placed in my life to encourage me in my walk with Him. It’s a bonus that I share my love for people and quilting with her. 🙂


I’m waiting to get my hair cut, so I have a few minutes.

This past week has been amazing. My grandparents have been in town for the past week. Over the weekend, my Uncle Joe and Komo flew in for the birthday party. It was so much fun to have a little family reunion. It’s been at least a year since we’ve seen the grandparents. I think the last time we saw anyone else was two years ago when we all met in Korea for Uncle David’s wedding!

We had so much food at the birthday party. Everything was amazing from the lobster crab bisque and bacon covered dates to the medium-rare steak and buttery polenta.

We’ve had several game nights that involved lots of screaming and laughter. My sides still hurt from yesterday’s Camel Up race.

We spent a Saturday canning fresh apples from the mountains. #applebutterfordayyysss 😉

Uncle Joe flew back home yesterday morning, and tomorrow my grandparents leave. Komo will be here till Friday I think.

It’s been fun. This whole weekend has been great.

I started that ten days ago and never finished. 😛

Komo didn’t leave on Friday. She actually ended up staying ’till this past Monday due to job transfers. We miss her and her delicious cooking, but we know she’ll do great in Sauna City. 😉 We did so much, I can’t keep everything straight. We got haircuts: Mom, Komo, and I. My hair grew out over the summer and became way too long and heavy. So, I got it all cut, layered, and I even brought back the bangs! I haven’t had bangs since I was like five… 😀

On the night before Komo left, we all did a spontaneous reenactment of the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast! It started out with Dad installing a lightbulb that plays music in our living room through Bluetooth! The ladder was still up, so Komo wanted to take advantage of that and do a scene of some sort. Singing In Rain didn’t work out so well, but I just so happened to have the Broadway soundtrack for Beauty and The Beast! So, after about two hours of recording one minute scenes and convincing the sibs to play various parts complete with low-budget costumes, we produced five whole minutes of entertainment. I was so happy and excited I cried like five times. Every dream I had of directing and putting on a production came true that night! 😉

Oh, we also learned how to make tres leches all pretty and picture-perfect like Komo does at the restaurant.20161027_190905.jpg

It’s been really fun having family in town. I’m a little sad that the triplets never made it, but we shall see them sometime in the near future, I believe.

That’s all for now. I’ve got work in the morning.

One Year.

A year ago, I was sitting in our jam-packed (and I mean JAM-PACKED) van, with sleep still in my eyes, and brain fog on the road to our new home.

I still remember it like it was yesterday. McKenna, her mom, Darby, and her mom got up at like 4 in the morning to drive an hour to our house to camp on our driveway so they could send us on our journey. It was all the Lord’s doing, let me tell you. My parents were so exhausted from packing the van the night before, we decided not to leave at 5, but at 7 in the morning. So we all got to say our goodbyes and give our final hugs. I remember us all praying on the driveway right as the sun began to rise. I remember getting into the van, and feeling so grateful for such sweet friends who would make the trip out to say one last goodbye. But I also remember feeling so exhausted, afraid, sad, and a little angry.

It’s been a year, but I still remember feeling every. single. bump. in the road. That’s the worst thing about road-trips, you know. You try to go back to sleep, but right as you’re about to drift off, there’s a pothole, or trash in the road, or roadkill. And you keep trying to fall asleep until you’re so exhausted, you just pass out. Then five minutes later, your dad pulls into a gas station and that’s the only stop for the next three hours, so you need to get up.

A year ago, I was staring at the darkness outside our windows with tears rolling down my cheeks as I already felt the homesickness settle in my chest. Saying goodbye was never easy for me. The thought of this big change terrified me. I remember asking God so many whys. “Why would You have me leave my home? What’s out there? Why do I have to leave my friends? Why would You place me in a new area to get settled? Why are You making me go through all of this change? Is this really necessary? Why are You doing this to me?”

I knew I would get used to my new home. Hey, I might even like it one day. I knew my friends and my family-by-choice would adjust to my absence and I knew I would too. But I didn’t want that. If you were to ask me a year ago, “if you had the choice to stay, would you?” I would have said, “yes” in a heartbeat. I didn’t want to leave at all. But God definitely had other plans.

A year ago, at around 3 in the morning, we pulled up in our rental house’s driveway. I remember dragging myself out of the van and shivering in the freezing wind. I looked up at the sky and saw the biggest, brightest, most beautiful stars I had ever seen. I remember thinking that my friends are looking at those same stars and at the same moon. And I remember telling myself that this might not be a bad place after all.

So that started my adventure here and God did so much within just that one year. I will be sharing some of that in the months to come, so stay tuned. 🙂

Summer Recap




4th of July.

Myrtle Beach. (Jami though.)

McBee Road Trip.

Peach Canning.

Olympia. ❤


Summer is over. I’ve loved every bit of sunshine, fun day, road trip, canning day, and any other day I didn’t have school ;). It’s been great. Our first summer in a new state, new area, new house (!), with new friends, as well as some old ones, has been fantastic. I still get homesick. Like, I miss my friends and I wish that I could hang out with them and make memories with them. I still get really sad some days. But, it’s better. I think I finally get what my mom and dad have been trying to tell me, “Make new memories. Make new friends.”

So here they are. My new memories.

Just Peachy Keen

Last Friday, Mom, Mrs. Nancy, Ms. Susan, and my sibs and I took a road trip up to McBee to get fresh peaches.


(We also got 60 ears of fresh picked white corn! We blanched and froze most of it for soups and creamed corn, but we also kept some on the cob for our dinner one evening.)

After letting the peaches ripen over the weekend, we spent all day canning!

We made all things peach. Peach pie filling, peach butter, peach jam, and peach preserves!

We also made a peach cobbler.

I’m exhausted now. Canning is a lot of work, even when a lot of people help! It’s very rewarding though. We have peach preserves and jam to get us through the winter, the pie filling will be great for Thanksgiving, and we’ll be enjoying that cobbler tonight! (Perhaps with some Cool Whip?) 🙂


Fresh peaches make the best cobbler.

Here’s the peachy keen peach cobbler recipe that we used. 🙂