Back to the Dorm – 30 Years Later

I am at Bennington College in Vermont helping with a week-long conference on the arts.  There are 140 plus people here, all taking a week-long workshop in their chosen field. I am in the office being the go-to person. 
(Note:  I have never been here in my life and I have no idea what I am doing. I just write things down in my notebook, nod my head sympathetically and then find someone who DOES know what the hell they are doing.) 
It is fantastic being around all of these artists.  The faculty for this year’s conference is stellar. The  opening ceremonies last night featured 5 slides by each faculty person and it was WOWZA.  After listening to each instructor present their work I thought, “Ooohh Ohhhh I want to do that.” Then the next instructor would present and I’d think, “OH WAAAYY, I want to do THAT!” Every one of them had charisma, every one of them would be great to have as a teacher.  What’s not to love? 

The dorm. 
Not so much the dorm itself but the fact that if I need to pee at 3AM I have to get up and put on a robe, go out in hall and shuffle to the loo.  Problem #2 – there is only ONE toilet and ONE shower  that about 6 people must share. That wasn’t a problem 30 years ago because my dorm back then had a HUGE ROOM with 10 showers, 10 sinks and 10 toilets. Yay – no waiting! (And FYI  I didn’t have to sometimes pee at 3AM when I was 19……)  This is just weird.  These dorms aren’t that old – maybe built in the 80′s – but they are not up to snuff for a 53 year old woman with a cell phone, iPad, iPod, curling iron, hairdryer, coffee maker (hey, I’m not stupid) all looking for an outlet. I’m in a TWIN ROOM, by myself (TYJ) and I’m splayed out like a bomb exploded. How the hell did I do this at 19? Granted, we had none of the phone or digital gadgets, but geez, really?  
My husband and I live in a 4 bedroom home with 3 1/2 bathrooms and I claimed the master bath for my own years ago.  (Joe is content to shuffle down the hall.)  This is bad training for dorm life. Very bad training.  This is going to be a big character building week for me, “roughing it” like this. 

I brought along some sashiko and a hexagon project I’ve wanted to start for ages. I’m paper piecing hexagons with fabric from the late 1800′s.   I’ve got vodka and tonic water chilling on the windowsill (again – not stupid) so I plan to have a few evenings to myself to sit, sew, and listen to podcasts or watch quilt lectures downloaded from the IQSC in Lincoln, Nebraska.  
What’s not to love! 

To Tree or Not to Tree

Along with the  Feast of the Epiphany comes the time to take down the Christmas decorations, dispose of the tree, and ….wait.

We didn’t have a tree.

To be honest we haven’t decorated a tree in 10 years. I can remember exactly how long because Mom died mid-November, 2001 and that Christmas kind of came….and went.  I’ve always loved having a Christmas tree – a REAL tree – as the centerpiece of the house during the season. I have lots of vintage ornaments from the 40′s and 50′s that are either from Joe’s childhood or those I’ve collected and found.  LOVE them. So why the 10 year drought on Christmas trees?

I have thought about it at great length and cannot come up with a reasonable answer.  We are both tied up at the store most nights through December so  it seems silly to come home exhausted at 9PM, plug in the tree, be awake for another half hour and then unplug the tree, crawl upstairs and fall into bed. This year I wasn’t working 2 jobs and was actually home to enjoy the tree in broad daylight….but I still didn’t do it.

I’m a little honked about that because thee best time of the year is the week between Christmas and New Year’s.  There is a stillness that settles over everything. Joe is home by 5:15PM (heavens!) and we can have meals that are 1) hot and 2) at a normal hour. We settle in with whatever we are reading, watch a movie – just like the normal people do.  It’s the best. It’s also the time we used to just soak up the tree and the lights and gently mellow in to the whole holiday atmosphere.

That’s it.  I think the reason I’m feeling such post-holiday “meh” is because I didn’t have that week of peace and simplicity and have not had it in 10 years.  I’m ready to have it back. Earlier today I even thought about buying a tree and setting it up and dragging the ornament box upstairs from the basement. Hell, I’d do it if there was a tree left to be bought. (I even eyeballed the ones out in back  to see if one of those could be surreptitiously cut down and dragged in to the house. What the hell, the election is over and the police won’t go out there to stop the mobs of underage teenage drinkers with bonfires, are they gonna mess with a menopausal woman on a quest?) Hmmm. It’s a thought.

PS – Don’t tell me about fake trees, how “good” they look and how you can’t tell the difference.  They don’t and I can.  I want the real thing, the fragrance, the dropping needles, the whole ball of wax. This year, this December – I’m going to have it.

UFO to CG

Like any respectable quilter I have a collection of UFO’s (unfinished objects) that have cried out for my attention but never quite captured it – but then, if I knew how to finish them they would not be UFO’s, right?
On Christmas night we get our little group together for dinner at our friend Tom & Joe’s house. (Nothing like an impending Christmas party to light a fire under the UFO cauldron.)  I needed gifts for three ladies who (lucky for me) appreciate hand-made items.   I learned a few things that I thought I would share with you:

1.  Anything – and I mean anything – can be made into a tote bag.

2.  I need to invest in a good walking foot for my Bernina.

Solange, a bona fide French Parisian, was born and raised just outside Paris in a village where her father was mayor. When WW II broke out this graduate of La Sorbonne went to work for the US Intelligence Service and can tell stories that would curl your hair – all in the name of freedom.  I adore this woman. I want to be Solange when I grow up.  She is always incredibly and immaculately dressed, most often in haute couture Chanel she wore (and still fits into) from back in her college years in Paris. (It still looks fabulous.)  For Solange I made a tote bag out of some Michael Miller fabric that was a gift from a friend who went to Paris.  I was going to make a bag for myself but got sidetracked and never got it done.  The fabrics, the colors and the subject matter were a perfect match for Solange, who loved the bag.  This is how it came out:

Interior bag

Irma was next.  Irma is a pistol, she’s an 80-something firecracker who loves being (as she calls herself) our “Jewish Friend” in attendance at our annual Christmas party.  This year Irma brought her mother’s Hanukkah menorah and we had a little ceremony where she lit candles and did the blessing. It was sweet.  Irma is also a world-class knitter so I knew she didn’t need a tote bag as much as a knitting bag.  I had a few pieces of Sashiko that I finished ages ago and had hanging in my sewing room gathering dust.  I combined them with some bits of a failed Japanese quilt that went south with a bullet (thankfully before I got too far) and made Irma a new knitting bag:

Ignore the brassy yellow, it's all a deep gold

Last but not least was Kay, Tom’s mother.  She is the only “mother” left in our little group, all of the rest of us having lost ours, so she is our group surrogate.  She is a warm and wonderful woman who taught English Literature (what’s not to love!) and adores travel.  I had a wall hanging I was making for the kitchen that stalled out and sat in a box for 8 months when I took it out and decided it, too, could become a tote bag.  (See #1 above.)  I am delighted with how it turned out and I think Kay was equally delighted to receive it.  I have, however,  resolved that as much as I adore Japanese fabrics I have a looong way to go before I learn enough about sewing with them to try anything else very soon. (See #2 above.)  Here is Kay’s bag:

Haven't added the black handles yet....

So there you have it – a bunch of UFO’s turned in to Christmas gifts.  No patterns, just did it on the fly. I always hesitate to give things I have made myself because I don’t think they are quite “gift giving”  caliber but I love all three of these women and I wanted to give them something from my heart, something useful, practical, but with a little whimsy. They were very well received and I feel pretty good about that.  It’s nice when giving a gift makes both the giver and the recipient happy, no?

PS – Sorry for the weirdly stacked images, WordPress is trying to shove them all into the same gallery and I wanted to separate them into their own categories.  Anyone know how to change that?

Detail - love those YoYo embellishments!