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Friday, February 29th, 2008

Today, I received a very welcome letter, in English, from a man whose native language is Spanish. In part, he wrote:

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As always, whether we communicate in English or Spanish, he speaks with much wisdom. It’s funny, I had just been having thoughts along the same line. I do not feel fully engaged in life. I am a virtual shut-in, partially by choice, and partially by circumstances.

Yes, I have my work, and then, I have my “housework.” “Work” could be my middle name. I feel that life is passing me by. Rarely do I see another human being any more, other than my husband, of course, and it’s a rare treat to leave the house. Partially, what I am feeling is “cabin fever.”

This afternoon, while passing the mirror, I caught a glimpse of the gray hair on my head and thought, “I don’t remember a time when I felt this old.” Of course, being sick with the flu does not help my mental energy or the happiness of my thoughts. Customarily, I try to stay on the positive side of things.

As I sit here, thousands of miles away from my friend in Peru, I wonder how our thoughts can be channeled in the same way, at the same time, on this very same day.

Life is many things, including what you make of it. I know I’ll be able to feel better about it when this everlasting winter is over, when my husband’s health and my own have returned to a disease-free state, and when spring flowers begin blooming.

In the meantime, I’ll give heavy thought to what I can do about my friend’s idea that has become so poignantly clear to me. I don’t want life to pass me by, rather, I’d like to return to being “fully engaged.”

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, February 29th, 2008

One time when we were hiking in the White Mountains near a stream, a “city slicker,” (apparently), was calling his children to come drink out of the pure mountain stream. I thought to myself, “Oh, boy, giardia!” Giardia, you say? Yes, giardia: a microscopic organism that lives in fresh water and causes severe abdominal cramps and “the runs,” to put it nicely.

Well, today was a first. We received a phone call from someone who told us that their family dogs have giardia. Yes, they were drinking water from a lake. Giardia aren’t picky. They will live anywhere.

So, let this serve as a warning for you, your children, and your pets. If you must drink water when you are outside, bring it with you! The water in streams and lakes, at least in New England, is not safe to drink.

I like to pass along tips and new points of information, as I learn of them. That is one tip for the day. The other tip is to never leave your pet unattended, whether that be in a car, running around the neighborhood, or anywhere out of your sight.

All kinds of bad things can happen. Even a mild-mannered dog will bite in self-defense, when provoked by mean children. Dogs and cats are attracted to spills of radiator fluid and that can be fatal. Some people feed loose animals food with cut up glass or laced with poison.

All in all, it is not a good idea to let your precious pets wander alone. Even in the sewing room they can get into trouble. Cats eat thread and that can result in injury and death. So, if you love your pet, be sure you ensure the safety of your animal. And remember this: don’t let them drink the water outside!

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

For those of us who knew Dee Stark and admired her dedication to teaching and writing about Crazy Quilts, news of her unexpected death on February 18, 2008 saddens our hearts. The obituary you can read online is one thing: (http://www.cgazette.com/common/news/deaths/deaths.html). There you will find the names of the survivors and when and where the service for her will be conducted.

In the sisterhood/brotherhood that is the quilting world, we are a dedicated group of people who spend our time studying old quilts, making new quilts, writing, and teaching. We are also there for each other in times of need. I remember very well when Kris and John Driessen were burnt out of their home a few years ago. Dee was right there, as a first responder, making sure every person was alright, and then helping to rescue quilts, soaked by fire hoses.

When she told me that she’d just written, canadian pharmacy cialis online, I was one of the first to order a copy, and applauded her efforts.

When she was invited to go to France to teach, she spent some time brushing up on her skills in French, only to tell me later that it really didn’t matter as she found other ways to communicate.

Delia (Dee) Elaine Stark, 43 years old, of Clifton Springs, NY: too young to “go.” In her lifetime, she loved music as well as needlework and was “an accomplished pianist” and a singer. Those who knew her personally shall miss her the most. For those who did not have the chance to meet her, we will miss her spirit, her creativity, and her kindness. Another bright candle has gone out, leaving us not to curse the darkness, but to celebrate a life that brought joy to us by her works.

2/5/11: I do not have copies of Dee Stark’s book to sell, nor do I have contact information for her family. Please do not ask me to violate copyright law by copying pages for you. I am not a public library. If you would like to read her book, please check with your local library to see if they can get it for you via Interlibrary Loan. Thank you.

Patricia Cummings,

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Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

I am happy that someone can make a joke about body jewelry. Recently, a comedienne mentioned that she saw a young person with a safety pin through an eyebrow, and she hadn’t even realized that eyebrows could possibly fall off. LOL

Nursing homes workers who have visible body piercings, with metal parts, must cover them with Bandaids. They are too disturbing for residents to see. Days like this, I think I must be old, too. They disturb me, not only visually, but because I worry about fatal infections for those who engage in such practices.

The biggest turn off is to see a food server with jutting metal parts. How can any of this be “cute” or attract the opposite gender? I sit in wonderment at the trend. More often, I stand in fascination and revulsion, especially for … lip jewelry.

The fact that young people think that this idea is just the ultimate of things to do to themselves is beyond my comprehension. I suppose it is a variation of the “ring through the nose” practice of earlier cultures. In terms of civilization, things like this seem to represent “one step forward, two steps back.” Nothing truly ever changes. Teenagers only canadian pharmacy cialis online they are inventing something new, to be “different.”

If I had a family member who did this kind of thing, I would consider locking him or her in a closet until he or she came to his or her senses. I’d be mortified, disgusted, and feel a sense of betrayal. The idea of metal facial jewelry is an insult to God himself and is disgustingly ugly, as well as dangerous.

Yet restaurants keep hiring teenagers who “adorn” themselves in this manner. Why?

Perhaps the workers will get a brain infection and die. In this manner, at least, they will not procreate more individuals of the same ilk. In the meantime, they could be considered “handicapped,” based on their ability to “handicap” business by turning off customers.

Some people have so many piercings, they would need their entire head wrapped in gauze to hide them all. Though alarming, I suppose that amount of wrapping might engender sympathy; maybe even get some extra tips, as people envision that the party might have been severely injured in the war, or has just undergone brain surgery.

Usually, I say “live and let live.” In this case, I say, “If you are going to mutilate yourself, don’t expect me to look at you and admire the “work.” I don’t know who started the trend, probably someone with extra metal on hand. No doubt, it is, like everything else, all about someone putting money in the bank for a “service.” Only, in this case, the “service” is to disfigure someone … or worse.

And people wonder why older folks long for the “good ole days”????

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

A few weeks ago, we were in the Vermont Country Store when, picking up an item, I exclaimed, “Ah, ha! Just what I wanted!” Jim wasn’t quite sure what it was, so I said, “This is a duster made of Ostrich feathers!”

As I ran my hand over the soft surface of the feathers, enjoying the tactile sensation, he asked, “Does this mean you are going to take up dusting?”

I said, “Yes, my QUILTS!”

Men can be so silly sometimes. :-)

Patricia Cummings

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Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

I understand that my latest article in the May 2008 issue of canadian pharmacy cialis online magazine reached at least one subscriber yesterday. I received a lovely phone call from a friend across the country to exclaim how much she just loves Jim’s photos and my writing.

For us, the article is a very special one! Why? The needlework and quilts we talk about were made by four generations of the Lewis family, Jeff Lewis being my husband’s first cousin.

This is the first time that we sought and found the gravestones of quilters about whom we have written. We traveled to South Sutton, New Hampshire. Knowing that I can still see and hold their work is strong testimony to the way that textiles are a tangible representation of a person’s life and what was meaningful to them. These quilts speak of New England frugality and using what you have.

South Sutton is not on the way to anywhere, and although I have lived in New Hampshire for most of my life, with the exception of about five years, I had never visited the lovely, still quiet town that has changed little since Jim, my husband, was a boy and accompanied his Uncle Harry Lewis when he delivered grain there, by truck.

Deciding which quilts to photograph was a difficult choice. I hope you enjoy seeing the selection of nineteenth and twentieth century quilts, etc. that I’ve chosen to share in print. canadian pharmacy cialis online: coming to a newsstand near you … soon. (May 2008 issue)

To see who visited us, the day we visited S. Sutton, view the front page of our website:

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Sunday, February 24th, 2008

Nothing is clear cut about this year’s upcoming presidential election. Now, to throw a little more confusion into the matter, Ralph Nader has announced his bid as an Independent, on the ballot. Some political pundits would charge that Nader’s same action in the last election cost Al Gore the presidency. Yet, at 74, Nader is compelled to try to make a difference and give the American public a more viable choice, as he sees it. Earlier in his career, Nader made headlines by setting up consumer rights groups in Washington. He’s set up a website: votenader.org

Goodness only knows how all of this political bantering will finally pan out. I wish that the election were more clear-cut among the two major parties. The truth is that in November, America will have to elect a new leader. Who is best qualified to lead the country?

Anyone who watches the news on television can see that the candidates are all beginning to look a little bedraggled. Deep circles are setting in under the eyes, they are a little thinner than when they first started, and their personalities are getting a little testy. At the same time, the media is digging for dirt, and zeroing in on every casual and not so casual remark caught on camera. “What does it mean/ What does it mean,” they ask themselves.

Running for president is kind of like being a bug under a microscope. As soon as you are found unworthy, whether the allegation is true or a trumped-up one, you are dissected until you die. Trouble is, everyone is looking for the weak spots and vulnerabilities of the candidates.

The most amusing segment of “Meet the Press” this morning was a discussion of candidates borrowing words from other people’s speeches. Tim Russert delineated a long record of the use of statements using “I see …” by a number of presidential candidates going all the way back to ten years after the Civil War.

So, nothing is new under the sun. We have the contenders and we have the spoilers, and we have the vulture-like media ready to add their observations, polls, and conclusions.

I would never mention politics on this blog, if I did not care about this country so much. Right now, I feel as though the nation is “going to the dogs.” We need strong and determined leaders to make a difference. When all is said and done, I still support Hillary Clinton and wish her well. I think that this country needs her leadership.

At the same time, I don’t agree with canadian pharmacy cialis online canadian pharmacy cialis onlinecandidate on all of their stands on issues. Just last night, a farmer in Texas was complaining that a fence through his land, to keep out “illegal” immigrants, would cut off a great deal of farm land that has belonged to the family for generations. As a result, he might have to stop farming and doesn’t know what he would do then.

So, for one “solution,” we always seem to create another “problem.” We can’t even come up with the right flu vaccine at the right time. So, consequently, we are under attack by microscopic organisms that can be more deadly than any bomb.

Pat, with the Flu, dreaming of springtime blossoms and the call of Orioles

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Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

I have always thought that the Bear’s Paw quilt pattern is a romantic one. It reminds me of the hardships faced by earlier settlers. Bears have been in the news a lot lately. Last night, I watched a TV special about Polar Bears and Grizzly Bears. It seems that because of climactic change, their territory is coinciding and in at least one documented cases, the two kinds of bears have interbred. I digress.

A few weeks ago, I was in an antiques shop when I spotted a 40 1/4″ square quilt with Bear’s Paw blocks. This is the craziest amalgamation of anything I’ve ever seen. The top is all nineteenth century fabrics and the back is twentieth century fabric with Sunbonnet ladies. Part of the quilt is hand quilted, but not consistently the same, from block to block. One block has two bright pink ties that appear to be acrylic. The binding is store bought and the batting appears to be polyester. The quilt is quite a mix of different ages of components.

One of the interesting features is that the “paw” of each block is a light print surrounded by dark prints. It is only when one looks more closely that one can even notice that the design is “Bear’s Paw.”

Bears are very “cute” and very lovable. Several years ago, one passed in front of our car, with her two little cubs. I was happy to be inside the car. As they get more used to humans, they become more bold. Someone I know had a bear on her porch, looking in through a glass door. That, to me, is a little too close for comfort. In search of food, they will even break windows to get into a house, an amazing thing to view on the television.

I like Bear’s Paw quilt blocks and while I was telling you about the unusual quilt, I thought I’d share what little I know about bears, which in actuality, is barely nothing.

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, February 21st, 2008

Today, we left New Hampshire early in the morning and traveled to Vermont, where we picked up I 91 south to Massachusetts and then I 84 south through Connecticut to Waterbury, south of Hartford. The amount of snow still on the ground changed considerably as we headed south, until there was none in sight in the area we went. Migrating hawks were lined up in the bare trees, or were soaring, or were on the ground eating their kill. I must have seen thirty of them on the way down. Very late afternoon, as a passenger on the way back, found me studying the interior of my eyelids for awhile. I’m like a little kid. I often fall asleep in the car. Hmmm … or it is zzzzz?

The reason for our trip was to visit an exhibit of antique quilts at the Mattatuck Museum. The exhibit is called “Cover Stories” – Quilts and Bed Coverings from Regional Collections. The quilts will be in place until March 23, 2008.

Entering the building, we heard two ladies being buzzed in at another entrance. Their first question to whomever they encountered was “Where are the quilts?” They sounded like ladies with a mission. They entered the room and one of them headed right to a quilt, grabbed it in a bunch in her hand, within three inches of the prominent “Do Not Touch” sign. She reeled back in amazement and said, “Mercy me! Why ever would they have such a sign?” She dropped her hand.

I was busy enjoying the old quilts when I heard one of the ladies say, “Don’t they have any ‘good’ quilts, any “newer” ones? At that juncture, I wondered if they understood the word, “museum.”

Turning to one of these older gals, I asked if she is a quilter. She replied, “Heavens, no. I quilted years ago. Now, I can’t be bothered.”

It was obvious that neither of the pair knew a thing about what they were seeing and could make heads nor tales out of what the fuss was all about.

Here’s the rundown of what I remember. I think that anyone who loves quilt history would break a leg to get to this exhibit, but maybe those of us who love old quilts are odd ducks. Somehow, I don’t think so.

As one turned the corner, after first coming in the door, there was a blue and white quilt with both indigo and resist-printed fabrics. Next to that was the most stunning, blue, calimanco, glazed wool and linen quilt that is in the finest condition of any I’ve seen here in New England. The wool and flax were raised on the farm where the quilt originated.

Directly across from that was a (nine patch) Whig Rose quilt whose shapes were different from any I’ve ever seen. A quilt with squares of Chintz fabric, oddly set with alternate blocks, had a Chintz border of the same fabric. At the time this was made, I would imagine the fabric was expensive, to get that much of it.

Two Crazy Quilts hung side by side. Both were in excellent condition and truly representative of their genre and time period. There was a lot of surface decoration, including painted fabrics, Kate Greenaway designs, lots of floral motifs, stitches, and all that you would expect from fine example of this type of mid-1880s, non-quilt.

There was a Friendship quilt from 1861 and it was fun to study all the different fabrics that had been used in that. Another quilt was made of vertical rows of hexagons, with a name stenciled into the center hexagon, with brown ink.

A marvelous all-silk Lily quilt adorned a bed in the gallery, in colors of red, green and cream. It looked to be beautifully-quilted. There was a gorgeous Log Cabin quilt with 12 blocks across and 14 blocks down, all in silk, and in excellent condition. This would have been in the category of a “show quilt,” at the time it was made.

There were other Star quilts, pieced quilts, etc., each of them unique and a feat for their day, or any other day. I’m especially enamored of Crazy Quilts, so I lingered there for a long time. They were a visual feast.

Upstairs in the museum, there is a huge button collection on display. Waterbury used to have an active factory for making buttons, so that accounts for some of the mounted examples. Some parts of the museum are undergoing renovations, and the cafeteria and gift shop are both shut down right now. We did have a surprise, by taking the stairs to exit. There is a “pillar print” quilt for a four poster bed that is hanging in the location of the stairs landing. If you are not from New England, you would mistakenly call this quilt a “T” quilt or a “Cut out” quilt. Beware! We are watching!
Wonderful day! I recommend this exhibit! Thanks to my friend Carol for telling me about the exhibit. I am sorry to report that the quilt being “mauled” belong to “sue.” I am happy to say that it appeared “to be none the worse for wear.”

Patricia Cummings,

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Saturday, February 16th, 2008

If you haven’t noticed, politics begin in grade school. The most popular children are usually the most physically attractive, perhaps the most physically agile, the most intelligent, and often have every toy or advantage that money can buy. There are the children who stay home to help mom clean out the refrigerator, on their winter vacation, and others who visit Austria and do a little skiing.

For awhile, it seemed as though one multi-millionaire thought that he could buy the election. In this country, luckily, that is not how the system works. I have watched many television shows about the political scene this year, and must say that I have noticed, to a very great degree, how the media tends to sway public opinion. One way in which they do this is by revealing “surveys” conducted by this or that research group (of whom we’ve never heard before), or by commenting on “exit polls.”

As if they had a crystal ball, or a direct line into the brain waves of millions of Americans, the press “predicts” who will “take” this state or that one.

Campaigning for office is not a good choice for the weak of heart or those who lack determination. Have you noticed? Now that the field has narrowed even more, Democrats and Republicans alike are getting into more sniping of each other and are talking less and less about the issues.

I like to envision what political campaigning used to be like, when “stumping” actually meant standing on a stump, that was a little higher than the crowd, to give a speech. Perhaps it meant riding on a horse, to get from here to there, as did Abraham Lincoln, at least some of the time, if my memory of a PBS show a few years ago serves me.

One main campaign tool was the poster. Another common artifact from campaigns of the old days is the campaign button. Of course, old examples of those types of items are “collectible” today. Then again, there were political textile bandannas, today much sought after by collectors.

What did not exist was the constant bombardment of opinions via the air waves, and every news broadcast one turns on.

Has life improved or worsened? It’s hard to say. While it is interesting to listen to the pundits on television, I wonder if they are not swaying the voters far too much. I believe it is a fine line sometimes between reporting and trying to convince. Sometimes, it is not even what is said; but rather, the snarky way that the comment is made.

In a previous blog, at the very beginning of this primary season, I predicted that John McCain and Hillary Clinton would become the two main contenders for the presidency. In spite of the current train of thought in the news, I believe that I have predicted correctly. With baited breath, we shall just have to wait and see.

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Last Christmas, I was given a very special little project, a cross stitch kit that my son picked up at the Tower of London when he was in London to present an academic paper at an invitational seminar. So nice of him to think of me, at that time!

Tudor Rose

The size of the finished item is probably about as large as the image on this screen. The name of the project is “Tudor Rose,” and the design is the “flower emblem of England,” according to the instruction sheet, and commemorates events in British history. The kit was prepared by Textile Heritage, a company in Scotland:

The finished product looks as though the project was easy. Actually, though it was not difficult to do, it was extremely time-consuming. I am very pleased with the final result. The piece has enough contrasts in color to be very striking. I had not done any counted cross stitch in a long time, and it was fun to work on this one. I especially liked learning about the history of the rose symbolism which became an official symbol of the Tudor dynasty under King Henry VIII.

Patricia Cummings,

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Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

When I was very young, say about seven years old, I received mail. Now, first of all, you have to realize how important mail is to little kids. Even without opening the envelope, I was pleased at seeing my name (only) as the addressee. At the time, I was very ill, running a high fever. The doctor came to the house, in an age when doctors still made house calls, and he reported that I had “Scarlet Fever.” The envelope contained a get well card … and more!

Inside the card was tucked a soft, thin, pink handkerchief, with blue and white flowers in configurations that formed squares, three of them, in fact.

Hankie from Alice

I’ve kept the handkerchief with me about fifty years and it is hardly the worse for wear, even though it was well used in earlier days. At the time I received it, I believed that it was a hopeful sign that I would get better because the sender told me that she would see me when my health improved.

Although I did not know it at the time, the lady who gave me that hankie, my brother-in-law’s mother, was dying herself, and shortly thereafter passed away from leukemia. She was one of the sweetest, most gentle souls I’ve ever known, and when I think of her, I envision her as a kind of protective, spiritual force in the universe.

I don’t believe I’ll ever be able to throw away this textile, even though the handkerchief has not seen active use for some years now. There is one tiny, three corner tear on its surface. It is just one of those textiles that I will keep and cherish because of the memory associated with it.

I can bet that you have things that you hang onto for sentimental reasons, be it a “poodle skirt” from the fifties, a team pennant, or a high school yearbook. Even though our memories would still be there without the physical presence of objects, is proof that certain events affected us profoundly.

I was very young, when this kind lady passed away, and even what she looked like is very vague. Children don’t pay attention to such things, but they do remember how someone makes them feel. She made me worthy of attention. It is rare to meet someone who will go out of their way for a mere child. She did. The hankie that I still treasure is a tangible reminder of her sweet nature.

Don’t ever let anyone belittle the value of textiles. To a little girl, that handkerchief was the world.
Patricia Cummings,

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Monday, February 11th, 2008

In my collection, I have a postcard. It is one I bought; not a family heirloom. I wanted to acquire it because I thought it was quite unusual and I wanted to be able to study it more closely. Well, thinking back to my blog post of yesterday, you may recall that I told you I was in the mood to get organized? One of the first items I picked up in the room where I keep fabrics, was a box of old canadian pharmacy cialis online magazines. Leafing through one of them today, I found a wonderful article by Deborah Dwyer called “Patriotism and Best Wishes From World War I.”

postcard from WWI

According to the article, which shows many of these postcards, they came in all colors and reached their height of popularity from 1914-1918. They were made almost exclusively in France, although Spain, Switzerland, and England also manufactured the cards to sell to Allied soldiers.

The light weight fabric and the silk embroidery are very delicate on the postcard I have, and very feminine-looking. The top of the simulated envelope actually opens and that is where the little mini-bouquet of flowers that you see above, usually resides.

The card is dirty enough that it could have been sent through the mail. However, there is no visible postmark date on the back, only a part of a circle that suggests an attempt to stamp the card. The message, written in pencil, says:

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The card was addressed to someone in Columbus, Kansas.

I’m so happy to learn that these cards are associated with World War I and not with World War II, as I’d previously thought. canadian pharmacy cialis online is a fine magazine and I can’t say that I’ve ever thrown even one away. Each contains valuable information. I’ve gotten a bit sidetracked from my original sorting project, but I figure it’s kind of like taking a trip and deciding to go down a few side roads.

Until later,

Patricia Cummings,

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Sunday, February 10th, 2008

One of my brother Steve’s favorite sayings was, “A Place for Everything, and Everything in its Place.” Of course, he was referring to the farm tool shop. He’d sometimes get exasperated when he found that a tool had wandered, either left “out of place” or removed entirely … to the house.

Of course, the same is true of any home studio. Quilters often collect fabric and gadgets and old quilts and old fabrics and sewing machines and magazines and handkerchiefs and old ties and threads and heaven knows what else … faster than they realize. Suddenly, a one room studio has “expanded” to include every spare closet in the house, every under bed space, every guest room bed, and any other nook and cranny.

I say, “Hoarders, unite!” We have to develop a plan, and so saying, I am mainly speaking of myself. I heard one quilter describe herself as a SABLE quilter. She explains that SABLE, to her, means “Stash Acquired Beyond Life Expectancy.” Scary thought, but I could include myself in that category.

Where to start? Well, I think it will be with organizing fabrics. Trouble is, do I organize them by color or type? For example, I could stack up plain colors, print colors, batiks, and florals, etc., trying to keep like-colors together. A dear friend suggested that the individual pieces of fabric be rolled, using a 6″ wide Omnigrid ruler, and that is what I’m trying. Of course, we all have scraps, too. At the moment, those are stored in a large canvas bag, yet I know I need to do something different with them. I’m thinking of net bags that would allow the air in.

Once I get a handle on the fabric situation, I think I’ll look at all the unfinished embroidery and quilt projects and make some decisions. The magazines will be next. I can cull out the articles I really want to keep, and store them logically, marked with a tab, in a notebook. Make that more than one notebook.

I want to write down what I remember about each of the quilts in my collection. In some cases, I know precious little, other than I liked it when I bought it. Of course, ones that I made but have not yet marked, I can add labels with quite a lot of details, and I should do that because no one knows more about my collection than I do, and I really don’t want orphans floating around about whom no one knows a thing, when I’m not here to tell them.

In the meantime, it sure would be nice to feel more organized. Then, I can more easily make decisions about what to downsize so that my life will feel more sane, and less cramped. If you’re like me, it must seem that fabrics, pens and pencils, papers, magazines, etc. reproduce while you’re sleeping. Suddenly, you have an overwhelming mess of “all good stuff” – too good to throw away, and too much to keep.

Our days are limited, a thought only truly realized the older we become. Therefore, we have to pick our projects and the way we spend our time, carefully. I just know that I will feel like being more creative, once I get feel like I’m managing the material goods I own. When it gets to the point when finding even a simple tool is difficult, you know you’re in trouble. Some words are timeless – “A place for everything and everything in its place.” They still ring true, whether you are cooking in the kitchen, or woodworking in the basement. All I can do is to start this organizing project.

Wish me luck!

Patricia Cummings in snowy NH

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Saturday, February 9th, 2008

This morning, I photo-edited some additional images sent to me by Margie Hammett of Ridgecrest, CA, who made an award-winning Redwork quilt based on “a ragged, tattered” book that belonged to her mother since she was a child in the 1920s.

The file is now filled with both images from the original source, and Margie’s needled interpretations, plus some additional remarks by her that I’m sure you will enjoy.

Best,

Patricia Cummings,