The Lent Thing – Baltimore Style

I was reading back through an old post about Lent when it dawned on me I needed to pull the trigger on this year’s Lenten resolutions.  As I explained here  there are 3 things that need to happen: I need to 1) stop doing something, 2) start doing something and 3) something that is kept private. (i.e. I can’t give up potato chips and make that the “private” thing because it would become apparent very quickly as I’d be in the police notes pretty fast.)

So why after all these years do I still cling to making Lenten resolutions? For those not familiar with the  Baltimore Catechism, I invite you to look over the following:

My Youth Started Here

This is the “beginner” version of the Baltimore Catechism.  Anyone who went through similar formation can still do the rapid-fire answers to questions like, “WHO MADE YOU?” and “WHY DID GOD MAKE YOU?”

After that you graduated to an expanded version, the St. Joseph’s Baltimore Catechism.  That contained  more of the same on an expanded basis.  More to memorize.  More to stand up and parrot back to Here-Comes-Sister-Celestine-Riding-On-A-Jellybean.  (Our idea of really giving the nuns a hard time.)

There is something to be said for using rote memorization to train the memory but when I look back at these images I don’t feel so much proud of having a well-trained mind as horror at what kind of ideas we were trained with.

FYI Gay People Want to Marry The Person of Their Choice, Too

GIRLS: REMEMBER YOUR PLACE!

I have a dear friend who is my sherpa guide to hedonistic consumption.  I like to tell him he is “an occasion of sin” because he tempts me towards all kinds of impurities like expensive linens and splurging on gourmet cheeses and wines. My knee-jerk reaction toward what I perceive as excess was based on the following:

Priorities, Beeuches!

Yeah, television is definitely an occasion of sin. “Bonanza” was pretty scandalous. Ed Sullivan?  Don’t get me started.  Pure filth.

John would be considered a “BAD COMPANION!”

He’s actually a pretty good companion. (We rarely sneak a cigarette.) He’s taught me a lot about myself, including that we all deserve to have and enjoy nice things without beating ourselves up about it.

I’m all for a spring housecleaning of the soul but this year feels different. I’ve been sorting receipts for taxes and am appalled at the number of office visits, doctor visits, etc. that have piled up over the past year, and continue into this year.  My health has really sucked for the past 18 months (BTW, I’d be happy to give up lumbar steroid spinals for Lent) and I never did buy in to that “all pain and suffering can be offered up…will strengthen your faith” BS. So what to do for Lent when I already feel quite full-up with the existing penances in my life? I think I’ll flip things and make this Lent a time for feeding my soul instead purging all my “impurities” (like my lust for potato chips).  I’m going to find things that nourish my heart, help me cope with my aches and strengthen my beliefs and values. I’m going to replenish my tool chest of life and faith skills.  While that approach is not in sync with the Baltimore Catechism I believe if I can do that for 40 days I’ll come out on the other end as a stronger, better, faith-filled person – and that is what I believe to be the purpose of Lent.

Robot Vomit on Wedding Invitations

You heard me.

“Enlightening” young engaged couples is apparently my lot in life. This happens because 1) my husband owns a stationery and gift shop and 2) I am hyper-vigilant about  the incredible lapse in civility, judgement, maturity, taste, and corresponding oceans of BS made manifest in twenty-first century weddings.

Today’s case in point:  QR codes on wedding invitations.  For the uninitiated, QR (Quick Response) codes are a digitally generated, barf-like patches that look like this:

When viewed on a smart phone or android device (with the proper software installed) the device will “beep” and go to a website with more information about the product, project or whatever is being advertised.   Appropriate for some applications involving commerce, but weddings (as commerce related as they have become) are not an appropriate application.

Seriously, people are putting QR codes on their wedding invitations to “help” their guests learn ever so much more about THEIR SPECIAL DAY (TSD). While the average wedding guest already has to endure continuous updates on TSD, it seems to me that the first step is  a review of the invited guests and the whole procedure in general.

Having finished that, let’s look at the reality of QR codes.  Any digital innovation is “state of the art” for approximately 15 minutes. Do you really want your wedding invitation to bear the visual equivalent of a leisure suit or Members Only jacket? Aside from looking just plain fugly, the entire concept is in keeping with the dumbing-down of civilized society.  “What do you mean, I have to actually READ something?” Why do I foresee a future when people will receive a wedding e-vite with a QR code or link to 1)RSVP, 2)select a gift from the bridal registry, 3) attend via SKYPE and 4) fart, scratch and go back to watching their movie without breaking a sweat or giving any actual thought to people involved?  Good heavens people, get your heads out of your digital asses already.

Labors of Love – Quilts from the Heart

The Why Quilts Matter post went live today - here is the link!    

February is the month for giving and receiving expressions of love.  Mothers, fathers, friends and dear ones all given love tokens in a variety of shapes, sizes, colors, mediums, and all-important flavors of chocolate.I have always considered quilts to be among the greatest expression of love but only recently have I fully appreciated the depth and scope of their significance. Quilts I made over the past 20 years have been displayed in homes, been unfolded, used, refolded, comforted babies, warmed bodies and family pets, all the time witnessing and absorbing the history of their lives, the growth of their children, the pack-up-and-moves to new cities.
Baby quilts are always a satisfying labor of love. I have a nephew who was so desperately attached to the shredded remnants of his baby quilt and a receiving blanket that he loved to bits (literally) and squeezed them into a ball of shreds. He tucked it up inside his pillowcase (so no one would know) and held on to it well in to his early teens. Mom was insistent the baby quilts she made for her  grandchildren be used and washed, and was keenly pleased to see how long her grandson held on to the quilt she made just for him.
My favorite baby quilt was one made by my mother when Joe and I were newly married and confidently planning a family.  Fate intervened and no babies ever came. The quilt was always in our bedroom, draped over a quilt holder for about 20 years.  When my god-daughter had her first child I decided it was time to let go of that quilt and find it a home with Mom’s new great-grandson.  The emotions surrounding the giving and receiving of that quilt cannot be expressed in words.  For me it defined a four-generation gift of love in so many ways, with both a melancholy ache and tears of joy.

Quilts are visual and tactile manifestations of love.  Who hasn’t been sick and wrapped up in a quilt and felt just a little bit better, or at least comforted? When missing my Mom overwhelms me I grab a quilt she made and roll myself up, inhale the fabric and trace my finger over her carefully hand quilted stitches, taking to her and feeling a bit of her presence in my needy soul. So many pioneer brides crossed the frontier with a signature quilt packed among her belongings, a physical reminder of home and loved ones she might never see again.  How cherished those quilts must have been even as they were pressed into service warming bodies or blocking sod house drafts and windows with non existent-glass.

A heart Mom made for me, on my design wall.

In the late 70’s, when my Grandma Major (Dad’s mother) was in the nursing home, my mother made her a lap quilt out of scraps of our old dresses and pantsuits. We still have the precious keepsake and it was covering Dad the night he left us. While Mom was waiting for him on the other side, a quilt she originally made for his mother was keeping him warm.

The Family Quilt

At both of their funerals the double wedding ring anniversary quilt made by their three daughters covered their caskets with beauty and love.

I invite you to look back over the years and inventory the quilts you have seen, given, been given or were just privileged to see in a show or exhibit. Every one of those quilts matter – every one that you or I or anyone has ever made, regardless of shape, size, color or intricacy.  No such labor of love should be judged anything but the most wonderful gift from the heart. It blesses both the giver and the recipient with the greatest gift of all — a colorful, tactile and enduring expression of love.  When the flowers have faded and the chocolate a memory, the quilt endures as a lasting and constant assurance of true love. Happy Valentines Day – to you and to all you love.

NOTE:
I was asked to write a guest blog for Why Quilts Matter and the above entry  was the result.  Why Quilts Matter is a scholarly, entertaining and visually stunning DVD. A copy should be in the home of anyone who loves art, color, and beautiful quilts. I do not in any way benefit monetarily from this – I just believe in it, and as one who loves art, color and beautiful quilts I bought two copies and donated one to my local library. Do the same. RESPECT and support for quilting begins with each of us.

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!

Christmas in the Garment District

We were given the most wonderful Christmas gift from a dear friend – 3 days in Manhattan (last week) to do the Christmas “thing” in the Big Apple.  I have not been to New York in ages and I must say things were different, but mostly in a good way.  It was much cleaner, much more polite (I know!) and had a much heavier police presence.  We had unseasonably warm weather, the kind that continues today and reaaaally harshes my Christmas buzz.  I like snow and at this time of year I want a little frosty.  We won’t be able to use the fireplace on Christmas because it will be too warm. How messed up is that?

As for the trip we did the usual touristy things (and a few OMG things) and had a ball.  Joe had never been to the Empire State Building so we timed a late-afternoon visit to avoid the lines. SCORE.  We went right up and had a good look at the most amazing city on earth.  The lobby of the ESB was just restored to it’s breathtaking art deco magnificence; it  was like being in a movie.  Rockefeller Center was decked to the 9′s and full of skaters, shoppers and tourists. All good things led to lunches and we went full throttle on a few places, including the Stage Deli.  There is nothing like a great NY deli. Bonus – you aren’t hungry for a full week afterward. Oy.

For Madame’s Dressing Gown

Liberty of Loveliness – 2 Designs

The highlight of my trip was breaking my Garment District cherry.  I’ve wanted to go forever and decided this was the trip. (Note to self – leave the guys at a deli & Lionel Train store while I do my thing.)  I was only able to get to 2 places, B&J Fabrics and Mood Fabrics, but both were fantastic.  I found the most beautiful selection of Liberty of London tana lawns and I treated myself to two of them to be used in a future project that must be found UTTERLY worthy.  The big score came when my good buddy (whose name I can’t remember) dove through piles of rolled bolts and helped me secure just the thing for my long-unfulfilled fantasy.  I’ve always wanted a dressing gown – a circa 1920′s fabu thing that you see in movies. (Ashley Judd wore one in DeLovely and it was stunning.)   I have looked for one for years in every brick and mortar and online store I could find.  Even the fabric was impossible to obtain. The closest I came was a place that had a good embroidered faux silk Shantung done in a very passable… polyester. (I’m a champagne girl on a beer budget.)  I’d pretty much given up hope when I found a silk Shantung that was swweeeeet. It is light as air and has the most beautiful (tho impossible to accurately photograph) Nile green color, and since I needed a lot I  managed to negotiate a price I could live with. (I knew being married to a Sicilian would pay off someday. ) Likewise for the satin, which will be used to trim sleeves, pockets and a wide, lovely collar.  Oh sigh.  It really is Christmas! It will probably be next Christmas before I’m swishing around the house wearing it, but by then Joe will have found a proper chaise lounge for Madame to recline upon while she plays upon her iPad.  It could happen.