Engineering. Trying to figure out how to make each seam count.
Sometimes I just stared at my design wall trying to figure out what had to be sewn first, second, third. This quilt is challenging… but its the kind of puzzle I like!
Started a new piece two days ago- Jody calls it “Pickled Egg”. Bolder than I am used to- but I am trying to work bigger- and need to get my arm to be able to draw much larger shapes- then I can get more complex. The photo really does not pick up the subtle color variations of all the dark colors..
New Years resolution
1. To step up my game. No more hiding my quilts in a drawer. I formally joined the Society for Art Quilters Association- and have vowed to enter at least one quilting competition this year.
2. To continue to push myself. I started a new quilt today- I like where it is going- very simple curves. Jody said it looks like a pickled egg! I may just have to call it that.
3. To try not to judge myself too harshly. I am my hardest critic. Not everyone will like my quilts… tough shit.
4. To try to use some new color combinations. I always fall back on my trusty dark Palette… I need to broaden my horizon.
5. To sew more than Facebook and not get distracted.
6. To continue to write. It maintains my sanity.
"The idea is to die young as late as possible."
— Ashley Montagu
I put together a book for roger before he died. Luckily we were able to get it to him last week. For that I am thankful. He was totally touched by all the stories and letters for him. I sewed it out of denim. Roger was denim. Frayed jeans that were always comforting and dependable. That was Roger.
Tonight is not a machine sewing night. I tried. Tonight is a hand quilting night. A contemplative night. A sad night.
Roger died today. Not unexpected but a complete surprise at the same time. Luckily Lucinda and I saw him less than a week ago- in Milltown- in his surroundings, in his beloved Clarke County. Surrounded by Snow and Kristin and his beautiful house and mill.
And while his body was wasted, his mind was sharp as a tack, and we spent 3 hours with him joking, telling stories, sipping wine and nibbling on cheese. When Lucinda and I drove back, we were sure we would see him again. Not to be.
I tried sewing today- picking up on a piece that I started- a circle piece before I figured out my new technique. But the sound of the machine was jarring. I just needed silence. So I sat in front of the fire, Barley at my feet, Dave asleep in the couch with a book on his stomach- and I hand quilted. No music this time. Just thoughts of Roger. Missing him terribly.
Miss you Mom
6:15. Time to call MOM.
8:00 Damn I missed it. Wonder if she is up.
7:00 I’m sure she is eating but I’ll call anyway.
My sister calls at 7:15 in the morning. My brother calls twice a day- usually during a break or Phillies or Eagles game.
We call to check up. To check in. To take her pulse. To unload.
So for 10 days she is unreachable. And my brother and I go crazy. We even call each other. But it is not the same.
All these months I have thought I’ve been calling for her sake. Turns out I have been calling for my sake. I miss you MOM. Come home already!
More circles. Just not sure when to stop. Have decided to resurrect the last set into a new piece.
Switched things up again last night. Removed the blue portion and recropped and reworked. Loved every minute of it. Not sure if I will end up with anything yet, but the process is wonderful. I feel creative today… after an awful day.
I spent the better part of the weekend arranging and re-arranging and tearing apart and reconstructing this piece. I am torn between a literal interpretation of Katie’s poem or a more symbolic graphic one. I decided on the latter.
I find a lot of peace in piecing… hah! Seriously it is concentrated focus on design and elements- what is work and what is not. And the technique I use to inset these circles really does not permit me to plan ahead… which means lots of fits and starts… lots of undos. And when it works it is beautiful.
Sitting in my sewing room with the snow falling, I can imagine not leaving forever.
Start of the new quilt… the background and circle massing
My next quilt
snow disappears in the ocean salts the sand with hoary frost until waves melt the whiteness until everywhere I look is dark again
This is a poem written by a close friend Katie Gekker who wrote it as one of her first twitter poems. And I love it, and it has stayed with me. I have been thinking about doing a quilt inspired by this piece. Tonight I begin!
On a cold dreary day, Lynn sent me this photo of flowers at the farmhouse, and I felt a hint of spring, a brief brush with possibility.
Dave and I give each other 2 cards for every anniversary and every birthday- one silly one and one sappy one. This year I only got one sappy one… the reason being that he was in Cairo for 6 days before my birthday and I suspect he had little time to find an appropriate funny one.
But when I opened the envelope I thought, “What a lie.” as read the cover: For my beautiful Amazing wife. OK I can buy the amazing part. But beautiful has left the words describing me about 10 years ago. I look at photos of me and all I can see is 4 double chins, 50 extra pounds, bags under my eyes and grey hair. But the irony is that apart from cards we exchange, Dave is always telling me I am so cute or beautiful. I chalk it up to failing eyesight.
But it is comforting after all these years to know that my wonderful silly husband is still in love with me after 34 years. So while the latest card, complete with pink flocking and glitter- hardly a card to give to a designer- is hard on the eyes, and the prose is just a little overblown, I know that he does think I am amazing, and I feel the same about him.