Archive for January, 2009

New Poem sent to us by Barbara A. Beyer of Eustis, FL

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

Good afternoon: I just finished visiting your web page and so enjoyed the different comments and input.

I would love to add my little poem to the others…that is, if you don’t mind.

God Bless you.

china doll in pieces

Sometimes, we begin to fall to pieces, just like this little doll. It is good to know that our faith can help to make us whole again. Small China head doll in the collection of Patricia Cummings. Photo by James Cummings

Barbara’s Poem:

HEAVEN’S QUILT

Pieces of my life are lying there,

Some torn to shreds while others suffer wear.

Scattered by the changes, across the fields of time…

Designs and colors differ;

…Making them uniquely mine.

Then Jesus came… picking up the best;

Sewing them together, discarding all the rest.

A new life pieced together with golden threads of love;

…A new quilt of comfort designed by God above.

Comfort me…come Holy Spirit breathe within.

Wash with your love…make me whole again.

All the glory and the praise belong to Thee…

Wrap me in your love and comfort, Holy Trinity.

written by Barbara A. Beyer (c) 1995

Tattered quilt
Tattered quilt block, collection of Patricia Cummings, photo by James Cummings.

When we are worn down by the world, Lord, and lay in tatters, lift us up again.

Thanks for sending your heartfelt poem, Barbara.

Patricia Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

Why Handmade Quilts are Important

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

To quilters, it is obvious why handmade quilts are important. They are the product of creative vision and of our diligent work. They cannot be bought, unless we decide to sell them. They express our thoughts and feelings, and our mood at the time of choosing the fabrics and design. Quilts are a testimony to our abilities to follow through and see a project to its completion. When that last stitch is put into a quilt, it is sort of like saying good-bye to an old friend, for if we have been sewing the quilt, one or two stitches at a time, we have become intimately-connected with its surface.

We always leave a quilt to go onto the next one, knowing that it will be better just because … it will be. Every quilt we make has something to teach us. The lessons vary and sometimes, we do not even comprehend all of them until long after the quilt was made, if ever.

Asking a quilter to put a price on his or her work is like asking a mother how much money she will take for her baby. There is no real answer. Some quilters make quilts with the idea of marketing them, and that is a different story altogether. I doubt that they allow themselves to become as emotionally-attached to their work as the grandmother who is making a quilt for her first grandchild, or the niece who is making a quilt for her terminally-ill uncle.

There are times when quilters make quilts, knowing that it is ok to think that the quilt may be “used up” and possibly discarded. Utilitarian quilts will always be present. Other times, quilters want our work to outlast us, and perhaps be passed down to other generations. We can never, however, expect the recipients of our quilts to treasure them as much as we do. Quilts are like a beautifully-groomed garden of flowers that a gardener has taken the time to prepare, plan, plant, fertilize, and weed. We can imagine the work that went into such a creation, but then again, since we did not actually DO the work, we have no idea of what was involved, or what the work meant to its creator.

Handmade quilts can be tangible reminders of our ancestors, if we are lucky enough to still have their textiles. I was not that lucky. Although I know that there was at least one quilt, in the family, it never made it down through the years. It is recalled only in a couple of photos: a quilt with “Flying Geese.” The black and white photo does not even offer up the quilt’s colors.

Some unknowing people call quilts, “blankets.” Quilts can be bed coverings, but are not necessarily something with which to keep warm. Many quilters make small wall hangings or large wall, art quilts. I don’t think that people generally hang blankets on their walls, unless they are some special kind of tribal weaving of bright colors and graphic design. Every day that I am a quilter, I am thankful to the person who first instituted the idea that quilts could and should be viewed vertically, at times.

Viewed as “ART,” quilts have more of a chance of survival than as something for the dog to take a nap on, or the cat to scratch and leave his fleas on. Now, I realize that some people make quilts specifically for their pets. Hey, whatever crumbles your cookie! I just believe that some individuals who have been entrusted with the care of quilts inadvertently violate a sacred bond between quilt giver and quilt recipient when they neglect to care for the quilt in a proper manner.

Quilts are special commodities, made with love, and shared from the heart. I am glad that my quilts, large or small, reside in the homes of friends and families, around the world.

Patricia Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

Rubia: An Effort to Aid Literacy in Afghanistan

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Afghan peacock pillow

Above is a photo taken by James Cummings: a pillow made with all natural fibers that originate in Afghanistan. The peacock pillow was created by a member of the Rubia organization, a group that raises money through the sale of Afghan-made embroideries. They are sold in Kabul and in the United States. Rachel Lehr, an American woman who is fluent in all of the dialects spoken in that far away country, has been instrumental in working with Afghan women in their attempt at a better life via literacy for themselves and their children. Travel is not safe in that country, yet Rachel has visited there on numerous occasions, under the shield of a burqa.

Several years ago, we had a chance to hear a talk by Hafiza Malikbaba, translated by Rachel Lehr. This resulted in a magazine article for The Quilter, and the following file that is presently on our website: http://www.quiltersmuse.com/afghanistan_embroideries.htm

To see updates on current Rubia activities, please access their current newsletter at: http://www.rubiahandwork.org/newsletter.html

Their annual calendar is now available. The calendar features the poetry of the women of Afghanistan. “They are songs of nature and earth, life and death, love and war.” See: www.rubiahandwork.org/calendar.html

This is a worthy cause.

Patricia Cummings

Spoonflower Company Allows you to Design and Print your Own Fabric

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

This past week, I was sent information about Spoonflower, a company that allows you to print and design your own fabric. A new video provides the details about how this is accomplished, step by step. High quality Moda cloth is used for the printing, and turn around time is about five days, according to a representative of the online company. This is a revolutionary new concept that will provide many opportunities for making works of quilting “your own.” To learn more about this exciting discovery, that was written about in the New York Times, please see the following link:

http://blog.spoonflower.com/2009/01/spoonflower-in-the-nyt-a-brief-overview.html

Thanks to Mindy Fitterman of Minka’s Studio for bringing this topic to our attention. She designed a fabric called, “Plein Air with Joan.”

Patricia Cummings

Winter is the Best Time of Year!

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

I am a winter person. Winter is the best time of year. If I am cold, I can put on more layers of clothing. I can bake and be happy for the heat that the oven generates. I can look out the window and see the woodpeckers and other winter birds at the suet feeder. I can sit here, writing, and not worry about the weeds that are not getting pulled in the garden. I can gaze out into my yard at the tracks in the snow, and wonder “who” has been visiting. Recently, we saw two deer in our yard. They liked eating the leaves of the Sweet Pea vines, and the dead fronds of the Goldenrod. The bears are sleeping, at least theoretically. One had to be shot last week in Portsmouth so I guess no one told him to hibernate.

Deer in our yard

In the winter, I can catch up on reading. I am a slow reader. I savor every word and linger over it. I am so proud of myself for having read a whole book in two sittings. Of course, the book was only 60 pages. Does that count?

Most of all, the winter affords time to sit and hand quilt. As soon as I gather my threads and betweens, I am all set up to begin quilting anew on a quilt that I started so long ago, I can’t remember when it was. It’s a colorful quilt and having it sit in the corner of my living room, in a rocking chair, just waiting to be finished, makes me smile.

Yes, you can have your sunning and your surfing. You can enjoy your boardwalks and ocean breezes. I am content to be with my books, my computer, my quilts, and of course, my husband who is “a good kid.” He cooks for me. He is a “keeper.”

Of course, I can proclaim the joys of winter, but when spring arrives, I will be happy to again see the Daffodils. When the leaves begin to turn in autumn, I will welcome that season, too, as I watch the squirrels scampering about to gather and hide their acorns and other nuts. And so, the seasons roll around. At least in New England, we have pronounced seasons, and Vermont even has an extra season = “mud season.” Ain’t they lucky? For now, I will enjoy the peacefulness of the shut windows, blocking out the dust and noise of traffic past my door. I will look out upon the whiteness of the scenery and enjoy the symbolism of its purity. Every season has its joys and its blessings. Life is good.

Patricia Cummings

The Age Old Question, “Who Gets the Credit?” Quilts and Judging

Friday, January 9th, 2009

Just when quilters thought that entering a quilt in a show was a fun thing to do, they may decide, after examining all the details, not to enter shows. Why, you ask? What is so complicated that once was so simple?

With many new quilters who do not know how to hand quilt or finish a quilt, a lot of them like to piece or applique a top and then leave the finishing to the “professionals.” In this case, the word, “professional,” actually means a person who has ponied up enough big bucks to purchase a long arm machine, and who has advertised that they are available to work on the quilts of others. Sometimes, hand quilters offer their services for hire, as well, although there seem to be less of them, these days, and presumably, the “wait” would be longer.

Machine quilters who were “paid for hire” to quilt other people’s quilts began demanding recognition, too. After all, if it were not for their work, the quilt top would still be folded up, unfinished. At first, the situation was more subtle. Machine quilters demanded that their name be listed on the show tag. Some quilt top owners balked at the idea, and some were ok with it, reasoning that fair is fair. Then, machine quilters for hire decided that if the quilt got a ribbon, then they should get a ribbon, too, and if there was a monetary prize, they should get a share of that.

Herein lies the rub. Money always complicates everything, especially between women. Realistically, the “piecer” or applique artist 1) bought all the raw materials, 2) spent her time making the quilt, 3) paid the show entry, 4) paid to have the quilt transported to the show, 5) if she was smart, paid for insurance, and 6) had to be on hand at the end of the show to pick up her quilt, or else pay to have it insured and shipped to her home. That represents a large investment of time, materials, and money. On top of that, they paid the quilter.

In the meantime, and I speak from experience, someone may have been eating Shortbread and still have the grease of butter on their fingers, yet felt compelled to “touch the quilt.” Non-quilters have no clue as to why touching the quilt is bad. The quilt is made to be UUUUUsssseeeeeddddd, isn’t it? Perhaps, used, but not abused. In some cases, the quilt was not created to be placed on a bed, but rather, on a wall to enjoy as “quilt art.”

Again, I speak from another show experience when I say that someone felt compelled to run the back of her hand, with a ring on it, over the embroidery stitches of a crazy quilt vest, thus ripping out some stitches. I am sure she didn’t mean to do it. I am equally sure that there are not enough white glove ladies in the world to prevent these inadvertent “accidents” at quilt shows. One’s eyes cannot be everywhere at every moment, nor can one holler loud enough to stop someone, standing at a distance, who is already blithely destroying someone else’s hard work.

I remember one instance of entering a show into a contest. It was in pristine condition when it left here. I got it back, rolled up into a mailing tube that was too small, and it looked like a sorry mess, not to mention that it was delayed for months in its return.

I am happy there are still quilt shows around. I do not enter any of them because of the uncertainty of my quilt coming back in the same condition. Yet, I enjoy seeing the antique quilts, and new quilts that people share. I might add this: I never attend a show to judge the quality of the work, unless I am being paid to judge the show.

Quilters strive for recognition in an arena that is saturated with “wanna-bees.” Why is recognition important? It can be a ticket to more recognition and more money.

One quilter told me that she resents making quilt tags that list the name of the quilt, its size, the designer’s name, the magazine or book that published the design, herself as quilt top maker, and the name of the person who quilted the quilt. It is way too much information. If that is the case, then it makes a case for creating quilts and not putting them in shows. Just enjoy them yourself.

I like the simple life, and showing quilts was already a complex deal before all of these new qualifiers were put in place. That is just my opinion. I am sure my thoughts will not deter anyone from their appointed course, but knowing some of the pitfalls will prepare you a little for what may lie ahead.

Jim had an interesting thought, this morning. He said, “If this was a framed pieced of art, would the framer be entitled to half of the “take” at a show?” Something to ponder.

With the Internet, you can share photos of your work without the quilt actually being handled, mauled, sneezed upon, etc. by anyone, not to mention “lost in the mail.” My book, Straight Talk About Quilt Care, free to read on our website, provides tips on mailing quilts, should you decide to do so. Good luck!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

1950s Political Quilt of Donkey and Elephant Blocks

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

Political quilt photo sent by reader

Stephanie Saboor has sent us a photo of her great grandmother’s quilt, made in the 1950s. The woman’s name was Grace Ellen Traylor and she lived in Springfield, IL. The twin size bed quilt features the Democratic Donkey and “Ararat,” the Elephant. She states that her grandmother made a second quilt of this type, but featured the Elephant in the middle and the Donkeys in the corners on that one, and that quilt was raffled.

We are always happy to feature photos sent by readers.

To see other examples of these blocks, visit our website file: http://www.quiltersmuse.com/republican-and-democratic-quiltblocks.htm

Thanks, Stephanie.

Patricia Cummings

Reader Comments

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Yesterday, we received a note from someone who had read the article on our website about the Louisiana Crazy Quilt fragment that contains a Grover Cleveland, silk, commemorative ribbon. Previously, I had provided a link to Ken Speth’s information about the 1885 New Orleans exposition, but in the meantime, his server, AOL, discontinued offering member hometown pages.

Now, Ken has set up his own blog about the Exposition, complete with stereoviews from his personal collections. Stereo cards have duplicate images and when placed inside a stereopticon, they provide a 3-D effect. Often, the images of travel locations were saved in this manner, and the 1885 Cotton Exposition was certainly a destination, with thousands of people in attendance.

We appreciate the efforts of folks, like Ken, who open up their collections to the general public, by placing them online, in order to provide a broader view of history.

No institution can own all the relevant artifacts or even examples of all of the possible artifacts of civilization. Many of these things remain in families where they are passed down, generation to generation, where they are not de-accessioned on the whim of museum staff. After all, every museum must choose carefully the items they wish to retain, and reassess their needs, in terms of space availability, every so often.

I have added Ken’s link to the end of the article: Louisiana Crazy Quilt Block

Thanks, Ken!

Patricia Cummings

Aprons

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

My apron article in The Quilter seems to have just been arriving on people’s doorsteps today. I have heard from a few people who have already read it. Most of the aprons featured are from the Lewis collection. I am so thankful that the magazine has such a terrific layout person, Rory, who makes any photos we send her look fantastic in their placement.

In fact, the magazine is celebrating its 20th year, with this current (March 2009) issue. Hats off to editor, Laurette Koserowski, who took over the ship’s helm upon the untimely death of Phyllis Barbieri in 1999. I had just come aboard as a writer at that time, and the magazine was called, Traditional Quilter, the leading teaching magazine. As a teacher, the subtitle attracted me to submit my first article, and now, these dozens of articles later, the magazine has evolved into the leading pattern magazine, and is now called The Quilter.

Whatever it could be called, or is titled, I have been thrilled to work with an editor who is one day apart in age from me, and who has become a very dear friend. There is a mutual respect and she is as intent on “getting it right,” as I am – the two of us are hopeless perfectionists, if the truth be known, and that is probably one reason we get along so well.

Yes, the aprons article is colorful and just downright fun! I hope you enjoy it. I had a difficult time choosing which aprons to feature, but tried to present a variety of styles and colors. As soon as my dear husband, photographer James Cummings, gets a chance to take a photo of me in a newly-acquired, (vintage?) bib apron in Redwork, we will post it. In the meantime, here is a photo of another nineteenth century apron with beautiful lace and Redwork flowers, (not featured in the magazine).

19th century Redwork apron with lace

Aprons are wonderful to collect but, luckily, I had access to an extensive family collection. We are happy that readers are enjoying the column, “Pieces of the Past,” and we already are working on articles for the rest of the year. Have fun in 2009! If you don’t want to miss any of my articles, you might just want to subscribe to The Quilter.

Bye, bye, for now.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Russian site links to all of my audio files

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Just now, I discovered that a Russian site has conveniently linked to just about every song and audio file on my website, lots of selections. They allow people to download from their site, to rate the “mood” of the song, and to listen to each selection. The links back to my site go to more Russian pages. Interesting, eh?

The site is called “Tagoo – your media navigator.” The link I first visited is this:

http://tagoo.ru/en/search.php?search=Patricia+Kaas&page=9

If you click on my linked name on the first song you see there, you’ll be sent to other pages with many selections. Hmmm … heard as far away as Russia, and recorded at my desk in Concord, NH. Small world, eh?

After reading this blog, Jim tells me to warn you to be very careful about opening files offered on Russian websites. It seems to be common knowledge that viruses are sometimes embedded in them. A word to the wise, but I must say that in this case, we did not experience any adverse problems.

Patricia Cummings

Where are all the imaginary people that live in the machine

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

I am contacted online daily by face-less, sometimes, name-less people. They could be martians, for all I know. Some of the letters are asking for favors, some are issuing demands, some are chatty and congratulatory, some are terse, and some ask the impossible. All of the people writing them are invisible.

I spend my days, looking at a computer screen, answering questions, responding to a myriad of queries, for people I don’t know, will never meet, and for some who live a world away, in places I will never visit or don’t even know the location.

These connections are made possible, via the Internet. Sometimes, people find us whom we didn’t like in the first place, and whom we wish would just go away. I speak for myself. Other times, links are discovered between family members in distant places of whom we have never even heard their names before, but they are second cousins, etc., and knowing of them makes us feel part of something bigger than ourselves.

The Internet is like dealing with Lilliputians, you know … those little people who tied down the giant? In this case, they are not in our sight. We just know they are there – those “imaginary people who live in this machine.” (very big grin)

I don’t know what happened to person-to-person contact. People dash off missives and mandates by e-mail, when picking up the phone would provide a real point of contact, and an opportunity for “give and take,” not just a “this is how it is going to be” attitude.

On the other hand, I pretty much avoid the phone these days. Who wants to talk to telemarketers who are merely trying to make your wallet a little lighter? There are too many “good causes” out there, and once you’ve contributed, you will be hounded for more money, forever, by mail, e-mail, and phone.

No, it is getting to the point that if anyone wants to reach me, they may have to enlist the services of a passenger pigeon. Of course, I am safe in saying that, inasmuch as the bird is extinct.

For now, I am “hanging in there,” still reading e-mails and responding. The phone is another matter – depending on my mood and convenience, I answer it or not. Sometimes, to confuse the enemy, I answer the phone in another language. The world won’t come to an end if I don’t pick it up at all, and there is always the trusty answering machine.

The strange thought occurs to me that I could be dead, and someone else could be writing these posts in a pseudo-Pat fashion. Who would know? I don’t want to test out the theory … yet. At least my demise would give all the other little imaginary, name-less, face-less folks in the machine, something more to do.

Those are my strange ramblings for the day. Ciao.

Pat

A “Sweet” Discovery

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

As a holiday gift, we were sent a wonderful box of “Jackie’s Jams,” made in San Diego, California. Each of the jars has a label that shows a different view of the Ocean Pier in that city. The jams themselves arrived with colorful, print cloth tops, held on by a rubber band. The owner of the company has a thriving business selling to local merchants such as stores and restaurants, but also ships by mail – lucky for us!

I thought I’d provide a link to her site, just so you can savor the “names” of the jams, and get some idea of the flavors available. They are delectable, and would make a nice gift for yourself or someone special. I have no affiliation to the company. I just like to share news of products that are new to me, quilt-related, or not.

Here is the link: Jackie’s Jams

I love the wooden box with the top that slides in and out. I plan to coat the interior with polyacrylic, and use the long, thin box, with a nice cloth handle, to store quilting supplies, or threads.

Have fun today!

Patricia Cummings

Story Sent In By A Reader – “A Quilt for Pat Taliaferro”

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

A quilt for Pat

A Quilt for Pat Taliaferro

by Carole Carter

In May 2008, my mother became very ill. Driving herself to the emergency room, she was admitted to the hospital, then transferred to another hospital in Houston over 70 miles away from her home. As I live over a thousand miles away, I couldn’t be there in the beginning. My cousin Pat, who lives just a few blocks away from my mother, came to the rescue. Over the four weeks my mother was in the hospital, she drove the hour and a half to the hospital almost daily to support and encourage my mother through a harrowing ordeal of endless tests, major surgery and recovery.

Pat quietly kept the bills paid, organized the neighbors to take care of the cat, kept my mother’s house clean in case family needed to stay there, went to the house daily in the afternoon to check on things, picked up the mail, got mom’s car inspected, and made countless phone calls to provide information and support to the rest of the family and friends.

She did so much more behind the scenes all while taking care of her own home and family. She never said one word about it being hard or difficult. In fact, she sent me a card assuring me that what she was doing was not a burden. How do you thank someone for giving so much of herself without a thought for herself? Maybe it can’t really be done, but a quilt is a start.

Before I went to see my mother at the time of her surgery, I began contacting friends to exchange blocks so the quilt I made for her would be many different prints. I wanted it to represent all the different things she had done.

I cut out 6-inch squares and made the quilt with the pattern, “Disappearing Nine Patch.” In a way, the pattern itself matches her deeds, as the underlying nine patches are obscured in the final design, just as all her work stayed in the background. Today my mother is doing well and back home, and I hope the quilt will tell the story of Pat’s unselfish and generous gift of love.

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Thanks, Carole, for sending us this story. We are happy that your mom is doing well, and also happy to see the efforts of Pat recognized with a quilt, a very pretty one, indeed!

Pat and Jim Cummings

Two Dear Deer

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

We never know what we will see when we look out our windows. Around mid-day, Jim said, “I think there is a moose, or some big animal in the bushes next to our backyard.” Looking out the wavy glass panes that are the earmark of an ancient home like ours, I saw another “big animal right behind, heading in the same direction. It was a deer!

Concord deer seen in 2009

Funny, we almost never see deer during the day. They hung around in our yard quite awhile, eating fronds of dead foliage, and browsing the cedar trees that mark a pseudo boundary between our neighbor’s land and ours.

Two deer companions

When I was about twelve years old, I lived on a farm in Deerfield, New Hampshire. My brother and I would get up early to see the large herd of deer that appeared just over the “rise” about 20 acres away from the kitchen of the farmhouse, on our land. In fact, when it came time to choose a gravestone for him, I chose that deer be inscribed on a black granite stone. It was a fitting image for someone who loved nature as much as he.

Today, one of the deer is limping badly. I don’t know how she incurred an injury, but after trying to scrounge for food in our yard, the two deer made it over to the neighbor’s field where they have been resting as silently as statues now, for hours, in the pale cold of a winter’s day. There is a coating of ice on the snow, making walking through it a difficult task for man or beast. We are keeping our eye on them, and hope for the best.

May we all survive this winter! The seed catalogs that have come in the mail give us hope for a brighter, warmer season.

Patricia Cummings