It’s been a long time since I’ve worked on a quilt and it was such a pleasure to finish Turtle Quilt today. ( I’ll ship it out to it’s new owner tomorrow) Lenore sat, scratching, right at my feet while I was tacking it. I didn’t let her into the studio until the quilt was off the floor or she would have laid down right on top of it. I listened to 2 broadcasts of the radio show On Being (Sylvia Boorstein and Kevin Kling) on my ipad and at lunch was spouting off about Buddhism and Storytelling.
When I was almost done with the quilt I got the feeling that I needed to do something different with the signature. I never signed my first quilts, then eventually I stitched my initials. But today I knew I wanted to stitch the name of the quilt, my full name and the date. I wasn’t thinking about it, and I didn’t debate it in my mind when the idea came to me, seemingly out of the blue.
As I stitched my name I thought how strange it was that I had stitched so many words yet this was the first time I stitched my name. It felt good. The words come out slowly when I’m stitching them, each individual letter deliberate. I spell the words out in my head, M…A…R…I…A… and it felt as if I were writing my name for the first time. This quilt has a name, I thought, and I made it and I want everyone who sees it to know. This was such a different thing for me to do, I even used thread that showed up against the fabric so it was easy to see. But there it was, also the most natural thing in the world for me to do. I gave my quilt voice, I thought, my voice.