It’s shearing time again. On Monday around noon, Jim McCrea will be here relieving the sheep of their wool coats. The yarn will probably be ready sometime in October. I already have a nice list of people who want to buy it. And I’ll have a bit more than I did the first time because I’ll be able to use Ma’s fleece too.
That’s the back of Jackie’s quilt hanging on the wall. To make it I used pieces from two of Jackie’s husband’s shirts and her red and white checkered table cloth. The flowers come from the collection of Laura Israel’s fabric (Vintage 1974). The colors are just right and I like the juxtaposition of the flowers and grids.
The front of the quilt is laid out on the floor upside down. I stitched a piece of white fabric over the area where the woven scarf is because there were spaces in the weave big enough to see the batting. Don’t want the batting coming through the front of the quilt.
Tara left this poem by Jane Kenyon on my comments. It reminded her of the safety pin on the apron. It’s just what I was trying to say.
Finding A Long Gray Hair
I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair
floating in the pail,
I feel my life added to theirs.
By Jane Kenyon
I heard a whining outside my studio. When I looked out my open window Frieda was standing there, looking in. “What is it,” I asked her. She just gave me those eyes. I almost gave her a dog biscuit then quickly realized this was a sure way to get her to whine outside my window when ever she was outside and I was in my studio.
In one of the old houses where I lived, there was a bobby pin stuck in a door latch holding it open so the door couldn’t lock. The latch and bobby pin were painted over so many times the latch was permanently open and the door permanently unlocked.
It made me think about how my mother used to put her hair in curlers every night. She had a big coffee can covered in shelf paper, red with yellow flowers, that she kept her curlers and bobby pins in. I hadn’t thought of that red and yellow coffee can or the bobby pins, that were somehow always scattered around the house, in years. It seems unimportant, yet to me, that curler can was a constant in my childhood, almost a symbol of my mother during that time. my own memory made me wonder about the woman who the bobby pin belonged to and how it came to be preserved beneath the paint, giving me a tiny clue about her life.
I only saw the safety pin when I was ironing the apron before sewing it into Jackie’s Quilt. My first impulse was to remove it, but then I remembered the bobby pin. There was a reason it was there, it served a purpose. I began to wonder what it was.
At some point had Jackie’s mother or grandmother found the safety pin on the floor and stuck it to her apron for safe keeping, then forgot about it. Was it something she intentionally pinned to her apron for later, like a friend of mine, who always seemed to have rubber bands around her wrist in case she needed one. Maybe sometimes she had five or six safety pins in a row down her pocket. Or did it hold something else, something she pinned inside her pocket to keep it from falling out.
I left the safety pin, thinking Jackie might know, hoping it would jar a memory, maybe something she had once known so well, was so ordinary to her, that she had forgotten it.
Then, as I was picking up the fabric scraps from the floor I found a small yellowing piece of paper folded in half. Carefully written in pencil were the words: This apron was made by R.A. Peterson. It was a long apron, but Anna cut it off. Between the e and r of Paterson, a tiny tear where a safety pin might once have been.
I don’t know who R.A. Paterson was or Anna, but I’m going to ask Jackie. Whoever they are someone thought it important enough to write down what they did. Maybe it won’t change the world, or be written about in history books. But for me, these are the stories that have meaning. That can connect us through time and even death to one another.
Ok, this is what I’ve decided on. I don’t think I ever made a quilt so balanced. I think that was what was throwing me off. So I was trying to unbalance it by putting the plaid to the right. But I think this quilt has more of an impact this way. So I’m breaking my own rules. Jackie said her husband was a fan of Jasper Johns, I wonder how he felt about symmetry.
“Just go on Pinterest once a day and repin a photo”, Chris from Mannix Marketing told me. Ugh, I thought, just one more thing to do.
But I liked the idea of Pinterest, perfect for me really, since it’s all about pictures. But I’m always initially resistant to new stuff. So I grumbled a bit but started to put my work up on my own Pinterest site. In a way, it’s like my own gallery, I liked that. Then, every night, after blogging, like I was doing my homework, I would go in search of other people’s “pins” to repin on my site. This is how the interactive part works after all. It took a while but just last night, I realized I was actually enjoying it. There’s some really great images out there. Some of it art, some of it nature, some of it just beautiful places or things (got hooked on the site with flapper dresses from the 20′s) . I found the image of the pink knitted tank above from the Urban Knitting on Pinterest. And these unreal (I had to check out the National Geographic article to actually believe this one) Giant Crystal Caves.
Actually there’s just so much to see. It’s like having your own magazine where you get to choose what you look at and then instead of ripping out the pictures and hanging them on your bulletin board, you post it on your Pinterest board and not just you, but everyone on Pinterest get to see it.
So what can I say, I’m hooked. First jigsaws, then solitaire on my ipad, now Pinterest. But you don’t have to listen to me go on about it, if you’re not already familiar with it you can get to my Pinterest boards by clicking the red button with the “P” on it next to the facebook button at the top of my page. From there, you’ll be taken from my site to another…. to another…….have fun…..