Archive for the ‘Anecdotes’ Category

Do You Appliqué?

Sunday, July 10th, 2011

Some quilters are totally frightened at the prospect of doing appliqué and yet it is one of the most enjoyable types of quilting to do, if one knows how! That seems to be the key: the word “if.” I must have been very lucky to have been taught how to appliqué by a couple of outstanding quilters. To me, needleturn appliqué looks the prettiest. If that is too daunting, start out with something less intimidating like buttonhole stitch appliqué by hand. In the 1930s, quilters did not even bother to turn under the edges of the appliqué at all, in some instances, and just appliquéd on the raw edge. That can become problematic if the quilt or finished quilted item is ever washed. If the stitched are not closely-spaced, there will be unraveling.

cover of a pattern for a vintage Pansy coverlet
Detailed instructions for the vintage Pansy quilt shown here are available @$9.95 which includes shipping (U.S.). For more details, contact: pat@quiltersmuse.com The flowers and leaves are appliquéd with Buttonhole Stitch in the original but the motifs could be appliquéd in any way one chooses.

Some of the mid-19th century quilts that fascinate us today, like the Baltimore Album beauties and the quilts of the Red & Green tradition, were appliquéd. They look elegant and often required the skills of a fine needlewoman to add embroidery and layers of fabric in designs (as well as a skilled hand in inking as many were signature quilts).

In today’s society, it seems that we want “instant” everything. Anything that takes time and care is “too much trouble” for most people. Yesterday I told a friend that I really appreciate the fact that I was educated in Catholic school for the first six grades. We were taught “cursive” writing or “Penmanship” as it was called. I loved to practice writing the letters and always enjoyed reading my mother’s beautiful cursive handwriting.

letter to Jack 1964
An unmailed letter to my brother Jack, written by my mother in February 1964, mentions me. Jack was away at Air Force Basic Training in San Antonio, Texas, at the time.

Over the years, my own handwriting has deteriorated but if I concentrate, I can still write well. Similarly, I love to do Calligraphy and have taken several courses to learn how. Whether we concentrate on making beautiful letters or beautiful stitches, time is required… and care as well as concentration.

The fact was brought out on the Nightly News the other night that Penmanship (cursive writing) will no longer be taught in America. In the day of the computer, the subject is not considered important. To my way of thinking, children are being cheated out of a wonderful, artistic experience. When we take shortcuts, in the long run, we are never as satisfied as if we had taken the time to learn how to do something that is more pleasing.

Fusible appliqué and other shortcuts are fine, as is printing letters of the alphabet instead of writing them in an artistic manner. I have to ask, “What are we losing in the process?” Something to consider… Anyone else a fan of adding beauty to our world in small ways?

Patricia Cummings who likes the Argentinian saying: “Before one dies, one should write a book, plant a tree and have a baby,” and is happy to say that she has completed all of those experiences! Cheers!

Any other “Book Worms” out there?

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

Are you a book lover? This week while watching the History Channel, I was amazed to learn that there is such a creature as a “book worm.” These insects cause major damage to books, eating holes through the pages. Who would have thought? I seem to remember that silverfish like to eat the glue of bindings and I have found really teensy-tiny bugs that look like a speck of dust in some old books. Miniscule insects always amaze me as I wonder how all their working parts fit in such a small compartments. But… I digress from my main point of being a book lover!

This week, a friend of mine told the story of a bookshelf giving way and all the books clattering onto the floor. That has happened to me. I always look in “wonderment” at designer homes on TV where there are a couple of book and a lot of knick-knacks on bookshelves. Do real people live there? Maybe so, but they are not fiends for books. I may have missed my calling entirely. I did once work at a university library so that probably is a true tip-off to this ongoing attraction to the written word. Like most folks, I like to hold a “real book” in my hands when I’m reading it. I strain my eyes enough, reading the fine print on the Internet and I’ve not yet succumbed to buying small devices on which to read books.

Since I make and sell e-books, that seems like a contrary situation. However, I’ve found that I can make photos larger and have many more photos than would normally be feasible to print in a printed book. For me, as a small publisher who is mainly interested in having resources for needleworkers and quilters, my e-books suit my intentions. They are fun, easy to store, and very useful as pages selected by the reader can be printed out (with any of my books) if one wants to trace an embroidery design or work with a quilt pattern (as in the case of the Ellen Webster book).

My retirement career will probably be a “used-book vendor.” By then, I will have read all of the books that I’ve been ordering like crazy for the last upteen years. Every time I think of parting with one, I can’t, unless of course it is a duplicate. Then it gets shifted onto amazon or eBay to be enjoyed by the next reader. There is a book I really, really want right now but it has been out of print for awhile and is out of my price range. That happens with a lot of quilting and history books. My advice is to always nab a book, while it is still available at a reasonable price. The secondary sellers often “clean up” whereas the original author has generally earned about $1.00 per book. (I’m not kidding!)

If I continue to collect books at my current rate and Jim does, too, we will have books piled up and have tunnels through them, just like the images you see on TV of chronic “hoarders.” I am a selective collector and not ready to call myself a “hoarder” quite yet. All of my books are extremely useful and provide ready points of reference, always a good resource for a writer to have! No matter how many book you have, there is always a new, special one in the works… like my NEXT (printed) book to be published this Fall. More on that later. Meanwhile, watch out for those “bookworms!”

Happy Reading!

Patricia Cummings

Second Embroidered Linen Piece

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011

Here is a photo of the second of two embroidered linen pieces I purchased.

the world is a camera linen piece
This photo cracks me up: “The world is a camera: look pleasant please.”

As you can see, this embroidered linen must have fallen into the hands of someone who did not make it and therefore used it as an expendable textile. Either that, or it was “loved to death.” It is stained, suffers from mold stains, has holes, and has two areas of repair in the two upper corners that are darned. I am happy that someone saved it from the trash pile. This has whimsical value even though, in its present condition, it is not of much monetary worth. The photo actually makes this item look more pleasing than in real life.

Hope you enjoyed seeing it!

Embroidered Linen Needed New “Home”

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

We visited a new-to us antiques shop last month and were greeted with the announcement that the shop was having a sale. Being a true Yankee, the word “sale” speaks to my thrifty nature. There were even deeper discounts in the basement. Well, there was nothing down there that I would remotely thing of toting home but on the partition of the stairwell hung two embroidered linens that had, as they say, “seen better days.” Barely glancing at them, I knew that I wanted to say them from being hung by a safety pin through a corner of both of them. They had words on them and I love textiles with words. I did not like the price, especially considering their condition: very dirty, musty-smelling (a sure sign of mold), and visible holes.

vintage linen towel
My textile “rescue” project. photo by James Cummings

When I asked if they were discounted, the store clerk’s friendly demeanor changed. They were hanging in the stairwell, and were not IN the basement itself, so no, the price stood as marked. I hedged. The price was too high for what they were. Seeing that I was about to change my mind, she made a counter offer; one that I could accept.

I spent time deliberating on just how I wanted to clean them. I thought of using my usual method of a mixture of soapy water created by combining Orvus soap and Ivory liquid dish detergent but I was out of both of those cleaning agents. These two linen textiles continued to sit there waiting for my attention until today. I reasoned that anyone else would have just thrown these out and that I’d take a chance and wash them with Cheer free and clear laundry detergent on the “hand wash” cycle of the washing machine and would rinse them twice, using a warm wash/ cold rinse cycle. When they were finished washing, I hung them outside on the clothesline. The sun seemed to bleach out some of the stains and when they were dry, I pressed them both with an iron on maximum heat (linen setting). They came out amazingly well. One of them already has areas that were “darned” in order to lengthen the useful life of this textile that was probably used to dry dishes.

I will not “use” the towels for anything other than to show you their photos. The other one is comical and was most certainly made by the same individual. I’ll post that another time. These both appeared to have been made from stamped designs. They are what one might call “quaint.” I guess I just like to rescue old textiles and “appreciate” them for what remains. In storing them, even though the sun and the heat may have killed all of the mold spores, I will keep these separate from the rest of my textiles and will wrap them well (just in case). Mold is an insidious problem. I don’t go out of my way to collect known moldy items. In this case, I made an exception. Hope you enjoy the photo!

“Dad”

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Happy Father’s Day to all who are privileged to be called “Dad” and to all who are honoring or remembering their own fathers today. Anyone can be a father. It takes real dedication to spend quality time with children and teach them lessons that will outlast one’s own lifetime. My “Dad” set an exemplary example by his behavior and by the quiet wisdom he shared. Part of his influence was found in his strong religious beliefs and in his work ethic. As a teenager, I found that I had to follow him around the farm, “helping” when I could with the work he was doing. Not that he was a “farmer.” He was “a city boy” transplanted to a country setting, an old farm with land, that he bought to enjoy a refreshing change from city life.

I think of my Dad as someone who also rose to the call of duty, whether that meant patrolling the streets of Manchester, NH as an auxilliary policeman during World War II, or helping to support his widowed mother, or writing large checks for mission efforts in Nigeria. Family and people always came first with him. His “real” work, by which he is most remembered, is his tireless effort to educate the public about ways to achieve financial security and manage their resources. To that end, he founded 17 credit unions in New Hampshire. He was very aware of the bank failures of 1929 and the ensuing “lean years” of the Great Depression and he became a financial leader, giving many talks about money and its management.

my parents in 1931
Here is a photo of my parents in 1931. In spite of the times,they managed to look “sporty”: Dad in his black and white shoes and with a full head of hair; Mom, ever the coquette. They would later marry and have four children.

My father led a busy and a full life. We all wish it had been a longer one. He has missed seeing some of his grandchildren born and all of his great grandchildren. If he had lived, he would have turned 100 years old this summer. Amazing how time passes! Alas, he was taken from us when only 63 years old. Being a grandmother myself now has given me a new perspective on time and how quickly it passes. The influential power of a “Dad” cannot be underestimated. I was lucky, very lucky, to have had this wonderful man in my life. A self-educated man, he read constantly and could converse in a cogent and informed manner on any subject. Although deprived of a full college education himself, due to lack of money, lack of opportunity, and the times in which he lived, that never held him back and he certainly encouraged me in my pursuit of higher education. When I think of Dad, I have to consider him one of my greatest blessings.

Happy Father’s Day!

Patricia Cummings

On my way… as are you! Rambling Thoughts for the Day

Monday, June 6th, 2011

In the style of Martin Luther King, I could tell you that “I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve seen the promised land.” So saying, he got to the promised land, sooner than anyone would have thought he would. Words can be prophetic. Choose them wisely. The only thing I can honestly say is that life is a lot of work, is not intended for the weakest link, and that it is a fight to sometimes survive, both physically and emotionally, but I would not be telling you anything new. We all have challenges, some more than others, and some of those challenges seem more prominent at various times in our lives. We all get a chance to “swim with the sharks.”

Life seems at a standstill today. No snail mail was delivered and Jim worked in the garden all day while I caught up with household chores and did a little bit of quilting. Work on the new park next door has ground down to nothing for weeks now. We wonder what is holding up the works.

Donna Schmidt quilt

Received an e-mail with a picture of Swastika fabric from a time when the symbol meant something benevolent. I’ve come to the obvious conclusion that the masses are easily led by madmen, Hitler being a quintessential example. No matter how good something is, there is always some deviant soul to ruin a situation for others.

Take marriage. People joyously enter the blissful bonds of matrimony. They spend many hours planning the wedding and go into debt for a big splash. Today, the startling statistic is that one of every two new marriages will end in divorce. Jim and I got married with just a Justice of the Peace and two witnesses present whom we’d never seen before. It was an act of commitment on our part, not a splash to prove anything to the world. We don’t need the world’s approval. Curiously enough, our union has lasted more than a quarter of a century. Go figure.

Every now and then, I get fed up with this dog eat dog world. I need to pull back, reassess what I’m doing and reconfirm that I am on the right track and doing what I do… for the right reasons. First and foremost, I’m an educator, by training and experience. Teaching gets in your blood. I never miss the opportunity. Yes, I am very prone to correct others, not a redeeming quality among those who prefer to bask in their own ignorance and stupidity. Not that I inherently feel superior, I just think that those who know “more than” should give others the opportunity to learn. But one-upmanship being what it is, I’ve had one person look me in the eye and tell me that the French word “lis” in the term “fleur de lis” is pronounced “liss,” (rhymes with “kiss”.) In reality, in French the “s” is silent. The proper pronunciation is just as I said the word (“lis” sounds like “lee”). Ah, but that is water over the dam and she only embarrassed herself. I am not one to argue with the cocksure.

The only thing I can tell you is that, ultimately, all we “own” is a six by six foot plot, if we are lucky. I learned today that remains of American soldiers who fought in the Battle of Monterrey during the Mexican War have been recovered after all this time. Their families never lived to know of their fate.

I sit here today thinking of all of the half-baked ideas I’ve heard and the half-dedicated “scholarship” I’ve seen. In reading a book about the Civil War from a medical standpoint, I can see that life was no different then. In the quest to swell the ranks of medical doctors, students of medicine would sit in lectures for six or seven months, the professors would collect the fees and sometimes make the students hear the same lecture series twice. Then, the students, with no field training, could go “practice medicine ” a very apt word for experimental attempts, a scenario that sometimes repeats itself today. It comes down to anyone’s guess.

I’m told that the Republicans plan on feeding dog food to seniors and pushing them off cliffs to save on the cost of healthcare. That is about right. We are targeted. We cost too much. Sometimes, I believe I have lived too long and probably know far too much, making me “dangerous” to the less-informed. To be democratic, we have to let others make their own mistakes, after all. Our experience as seniors counts for nothing or so it seems. I am sure the world will go on turning when I am not here. In the meantime, I am still here, and will be “me.” I do not know how to be anyone else. I do my best.

Thanks for listening.

Pat

Beautiful Engraving Spotted Unexpectedly

Thursday, May 26th, 2011

In anticipation of Memorial Day, Jim and I went to Murray’s Greenhouse in our home town to purchase flowering plants to plant at the graves of my parents and brother. The greenhouse is an amazing place – so fragrant and full of life with sound of the birds who roost in the rafters and the colors of so many different growing things. The graves are unshaded and need sturdy plants so after looking around we settled on the old standbys of geranium, petunias and argeratum.

The cemetery is about a 40 minute trip. No one else was there. While Jim was preparing the soil, shaking out old sods and adding compost we brought along, my eyes wandered to a flat black granite stone that I had never noticed before. Evidently, the stone belongs to a relative of our nearest neighbor on South Rd. where I grew up. I was drawn to give a closer look at the words written upon it:

Teach me your mood o patient stars!
Who climb each night the ancient sky
Leaving on space no shadow or scars
No trace of age, no fear to die.

R. W. Emerson

I assumed that Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote the poem and I thought it fitting that it appears on a New Hampshire grave because in my research about Ellen Webster, I learned that Emerson had stayed at the Tavern/Inn in Bridgewater, NH, just like so many of other important folks of the day like Daniel Webster, and other poets whose names you would recognize. What a lovely surprise to find this piece of writing for someone like me who loves meaningful words.

Enjoy the holiday weekend, but please take a moment to remember those who have gone before and all of the trials and sacrifices in their lives.

God Bless!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Serengeti: Fire Your Buttonhole Maker!

Monday, May 23rd, 2011

Just recently, when I was booked to give a talk, I decided to treat myself to a new vest. A catalog I had never seen before arrived from Serengeti and I loved their clothes. They truly offer elegant-looking products. Settling on a red paisley tapestry vest, I was very eager to receive the item and was thrilled when it arrived. It is a beautiful but very loosely-woven garment and the first defect I noticed was some loose tapestry threads that were still attached at each end, but forming unattractive loops in the bosom area.

I wondered what to do. Time was of the essence. It had taken them quite longer than most companies to ship and time was running out to come up with a replacement, plus I’d have the additional costs involved, even if that meant just schlepping the package to the post office for mailing. Luckily, I remembered a neat little hook, like a miniature latch hook, that works on the same principle. It came from a dismantled industrial machine from the mills in Manchester (perhaps the Pandora Knitting Mills, whose factory outlet store was the site of many a knitted Christmas gift in my family of origin). My student had been given a bunch of the tiny hooks by her aunt (who may have worked there). My memory is foggy because so much time has elapsed since I met this student for just one series of classes she attended at my home years ago. I have found her gift to be very useful. To do the repair, first I had to find this item again. It is only perhaps 1 1/2″ long. Once I located it, I tediously went to work pulling the loose loops to the interior, between the lining fabric and the tapestry threads. It was not an easy task.

The good news is that I wore the vest to the speaking event, and received many compliments. The bad news is that when I took it off, I noticed great raveling at the site of all of the buttonholes. I was not a happy camper. I called Customer Service and they said, “Well, you could have just returned it.” I explained that I did not consider that an option due to the circumstances. I told them to just please take my name off of their customer contact list. For them, the situation was settled.

Today, I realized that I could not live with the raveling buttonholes. I rounded up some red buttonhole twist thread and decided to use my seasoned embroidery skills to repair the damage. I’m half way through the project of stabilizing the holes with many shreds of fibers to try to bundle and tack. It is frustrating and this repair is not my best work but I will be able to wear the vest again… if I keep it buttoned.

I checked the country of manufacture: “China.” The original buttonhole stitches were done by machine and were too short in length to secure the buttonhole. As you know, when a buttonhole is made by machine, it has to be cut, via a razor or sharp scissors. In doing so, someone also clipped the interior edges of the securing stitches, thereby creating the problem.

I can’t help but notice shoddy workmanship. Being a Yankee, (make that a very FRUGAL one), I wanted to keep the vest and fix the problem. I have just one word of advice to Serengeti: Fire your buttonhole maker!

Patricia Cummings, an outspoken critic of inferior academic work and goofy buttonholes
Quilter’s Muse Publications

An Ongoing Dilemma

Sunday, April 17th, 2011

Recently I read a quote that said, in essence, that a person is wise in what he/she chooses to overlook. If someone is running a popularity contest, surely it is a good idea to overlook the shortcomings of others. It is also a pretty “wise” idea to overlook the incompetence of a boss, that is, if a person favors the continuance of a paycheck. Likewise, it is “wise” to not to criticize a spouse or loved one, if a continued relationship is desired. Tact is the name of the game.

a beautiful creature
Photo by James Cummings

However, what if the mistakes that someone makes have an impact on others? What if the errors result in a faulty product that is being sold? What then? Should a person just say nothing?

My first impulse is to look away. My first guess is that someone is working to the best of their ability. My strong urge is to mind my own business. The game-changer for me is when I have purchased a product and have believed the information it contains is correct. After I’ve gone ahead and shelled out money for fabric, threads and batting and spent a lot of time to create an item (a quilt), only to find out that the wrong dimensions were given, etc., that is where I draw the line at remaining quiet. Against my better judgment, I let a fellow professional know that the instructions provided were simply wrong, wrong, wrong. The response of anger was predictable, as were the excuses.

I should have trusted my own best judgment when faced with illogical directions, but did not. I fell into the trap to which many people succumb: “If it is in writing, it must be correct.” Okay, the bottom line is that now I have a quilt that is “less than” what I expected to have in the end. The good thing is that now the quilt has a story of its own, of how it was birthed, and how it is “different” from all others. I like to be different and so… not all is lost. By my speaking up, perhaps this inferior pattern will not be inflicted on others. At least temporarily, it has been pulled from sale. I’m not naming names, so don’t even ask!

In life, it matters not what happens. What matters is how we deal with it. At my age, I am far from “retiring” in nature, nor am I as quiet as a church mouse. As a writer, I record my experiences if only for my own satisfaction, at any given moment, and then, in reviewing what I’ve said, to perhaps come to a greater understanding of a situation or my reaction to it. I’ve decided that as a born teacher, my first reaction is always to correct and set matters straight. I’m sorry if that hurts anyone’s feelings. I truly don’t mean to be offensive, and I know that speaking out gets me in trouble. Furthermore, I probably will never stop.

Patricia Cummings

Everlasting Thoughts

Thursday, April 7th, 2011

In an instance of an older woman imparting words of wisdom to her dear nephew in a typed letter, in March 1933 Ellen Emeline Hardy Webster wrote the following to Donald in concluding a note to him:

Here is a sentiment that I keep on my desk and read over and over: “Do you best loyally and cheerfully and suffer yourself to feel no anxiety or fear. Your times are in God’s hands. He has assigned you your place. He will direct your paths. He will accept your efforts, if they are faithful. He will bless your aims if they be for your soul’s good.

Ellen was a very religious woman, as you can tell even from that short excerpt of her writing. She endured much and suffered much, personally, but advised others to keep a smile on their facea and not show that any troubles were obstructing any goals. Through setback after setback, her faith was steady. Even when her husband died, she did not take long to recover and begin making concrete plans to advance her own education to secure her future.

We all need words to live by and the belief that, no matter what, we will be alright. None of us understands why bad things happen to good people. Of course, bad things also happen to bad people. Why are there accidents, illness, financial challenges, or even aging? As mortals, we can never know the answers. “Slow and steady wins the race.” We plod along, like old horses, day to day, until no more days remain.

I am so happy to have had the opportunity to really “know” Mrs. Webster, although not personally, of course. She died before I was born. However, records of her involvement with quilts, education, writing, and her work as a strong community leader live on. Ephemera and material objects have surpassed her own mortality and made her an important historical figure: a woman who lived in New Hampshire in two different centuries.

This coming week, I’ll be presenting another lecture about her life and am looking forward to sharing information. As a quilt historian, I am following in the footsteps of her, another quilt historian. Her shoes are, indeed, big ones to fill.

Peace on your journey,

Patricia Cummings, author of a 355 page book: Ellen Emeline Hardy Webster (1867-1950).
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Touching Letter from Reader

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

Dear Pat,

Thank you for the article you wrote for the February/March 2011 issue of The Quilter magazine, about the New London Historical Society.

This past December while our family was gathered for my father’s 80th birthday, he asked my brother and brother-in-law to carry in a large, old trunk which belonged to my father’s parents. He said he hadn’t opened it in over fifty years and wanted to open it with all the family present. My grandmother (his mother) was a prolific quilter, seamstress, needlepoint artist, embroiderer, etc. His hope was that there were some of her quilts in there. She died in her fifties in 1957 (or 1958; I don’t remember which at the moment). Being the eldest of his children, I was given the honor of opening it. You can imagine it was an emotional moment. With tears in my eyes I opened the trunk. Sure enough, there were two beautiful, well-preserved quilts inside, among other items. I was given first choice of the quilts. One was a Dresden Plate quilt, which went to my sister two years younger than I. I chose the other one. Which brings me to your article.

As I read your article and looked at the photos, my heart skipped a beat when I looked at one of the pictures in particular. There was my grandmother’s quilt: The Vintage Basket Quilt! My grandmother’s is unmistakenly the same quilt, except she finished the border with scallops, as opposed to the sawtooth edge in the photo. What a thrill it was for me to read about the quilt and where the designs came from. In an instant that quilt became even more meaningful to me, as I got a better idea of when she would have made it.

Debbie Abelman's grandmother's quilt
Debbie Ableman’s grandmother’s quilt

I’m very grateful I happened upon your article. Thank you so much. My grandmother died when I was but one year old. I was the only grandchild she ever knew. I suspect I inherited her love of handwork, as I enjoy the same hobbies that she once did. I really can’t thank you enough for helping me feel even more connected to her.

Enjoy a wonderful week!

Sincerely,

Debbie Ableman

Red and White Quilts

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011

Six hundred fifty red and white quilts will be exhibited for six days at the end of March in a display set up by the Museum of Folk Art. The quilts were collected by a private collector, Joanna S. Rose, and they can be viewed, at no charge, at the Park Avenue Armory (between 66th and 67th St. in New York City). For more details, please check their website.

Inspired by the idea of such an array of red and white quilts, quilt historian and New York’s quilt antiques dealer Laura Fisher has sent us five photos to share with you. I think you will enjoy the information she has sent. The antique quilts are lovely!

Laura Fisher’s
FISHER HERITAGE
305 East 61st Street New York, NY 10065
tel/ 212. 838-2596 fisherheritage@yahoo.com www.laurafisherquilts.com

Methodist-Episcopalian-Sampler-Quilt
Methodist Episcopalian Sampler Quilt in Red and White

Jacob's Ladder Quilt
70″ x 74″ Jacob’s Ladder quilt

Pine Tree Quilt
This red and white Pine Tree Quilt features a diagonal block setting.

Compass Star
The Mariner’s Compass quilt pattern was always very popular in New England.

Compass quilt
Another outstanding red and white quilt

SEEING RED
NYC ABLAZE WITH COLOR AT THE ARMORY & AT FISHER HERITAGE

Fired up by the forthcoming exhibition from the American Folk Art Museum of one collector’s red and white quilts called INFINITE VARIETY, in further celebration of the color red and of quilt art, NYC American antiques dealer Laura Fisher offers a diverse collection of red and white quilts at her gallery throughout the Spring.

At the 67th Street (Park Avenue) Armory from March 25 -30 will be 650 (yup, amazing!) quilts in solid red and white literally hanging from the rafters like nothing ever seen before! Up for only a week, and FREE to the public, lovers of graphic design and of quilts are coming to town to see it and the other ongoing quilt shows at the AFAM.

The color red in quilts is expressive, historic, even biblical in content. Among red and white quilts there are iterations of the two colors that can give clues to age. Earlier 19th century examples feature printed red fabrics with white, and some later 19th century quilts feature printed reds with printed white shirting cottons, as well as solid red. Interest in antique red and white quilts runs the gamut from the bold graphic clarity of the solid red and white examples to the softer appearance of printed reds that many designers select when the small scaled prints work with fabrics based on historic printed cottons.

The collector concentrates on solid red with solid white. Fisher is regarded in the design trade as the queen of two-color antique quilts, offering every shade of red and white, blue and white, green and white, pink and white, yellow and white, orange and white, black and white, lavender and white, brown and white (you get the idea), a selection that distinguishes her inventory. If a client wants a two-color quilt, there is a rainbow’s worth in her gallery.

Red and white used alone was a mostly 19th century phenomenon, later supplanted by the solid pastels and the pastel printed cottons of the 1930s Depression era. For Fisher, when red appears in a 1930s quilt of colorful feedsack prints, it immediately catches the eye (see her current column in The Quilt Life Magazine called “Feedsacks in Motion”).

Also available are antique textiles including coverlets and ticking in the same palette.

Gallery hours are Monday through Friday, from 11:00 – 4:00 or by appointment.
March 2011
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Additional Update on Japan from Bob Purcell, Superior Threads

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

The following information is reprinted from the Superior Threads Mid-March 2011 Newsletter with permission from Bob Purcell, owner and self-certified Threadologist. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved.

Mid-March 2011 Superior Threads Newsletter

EDUCATION: JAPAN UPDATE
The 9.0 earthquake and tsunami in Japan have been a shock to all of us. We are very saddened to see the loss and devastation. Each day brings more images showing the extent of damage. Experts estimate the damage to exceed $200 billion. Having lived 10 years in Japan, we feel deep concern and love for the people there. Two of our three children were ‘made in Japan’ and our family and company have been greatly influenced by Japanese ways, wisdom and culture. Japan is a very orderly society. People are polite and considerate of others, even when faced with a disaster. I saw a news report where a limited amount of bottled water was available at a store. A man picked up the last 10 bottles, then, put nine bottles back so others may have some. I have heard no reports of looting or fighting. Even in the crowded shelters, civility reigns. I have learned some lessons from watching the news of this event.
1. Prepare for potential disasters. We have a 3-day portable emergency kit packed with food, water, blankets in case a disaster were to hit our area. We have a longer supply of food, water, and fuel (propane tanks for the barbecue) stored.
2. Realize what matters most in life. Watching a house or car being swallowed up in a tsunami is shocking but not anything compared to seeing the emotional pain and despair of a person who lost a friend or family member. People matter. Things become insignificant. Gather those around us and tell them they are important to us. Be more giving and forgiving. These feelings will last forever.

Thank you to the many who have expressed concern to us. We have been in contact with our friends and co-workers in Japan, most of whom live 400 miles from the tsunami site so it did not directly harm their area. Our factories and those who work there all have reported to be safe. Here are two comments we received from friends closer to the affected area:
1. from one of our suppliers in Tokyo: Thank you for your warm and kind message to us who are in Tokyo. It was intense rolling without what it experienced in the past. The tsunami of the northern region was also a thing of the unimaginable colossalness. As for us, we are safe and did not so much damage although we felt the shock from earthquakes. Now we are still not so dangerous, although we feel shock from after-quake often. Thank you again for your kindness.
2. from a friend, Tsuyoshi: My family are OK. However my house was broken by earthquake. We spend hard time for buy gas. Almost gas stations are closed. We can’t buy foods. but it is OK. Please pray for our family and Japanese people.

So what can we do? So far, Japan seems to be dealing with this in an amazing way. They will be as independent as possible and will rebuild. It will take years. The world stands ready to give and Japan will not accept more than what is needed. If there are specific ways we can help, we will. For now, as requested by our good friend, Tsuyoshi, “please pray for our family and Japanese people.”
Thank you Tsuyoshi. We will.


Thanks, Bob, for sending update to your subscribers. I appreciated hearing the personal accounts.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Dihydrogen Monoxide: A Discussion

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

Yesterday, after I realized that I needed a new rotary cutter, we ventured out to the nearest JoAnn Fabrics. I spotted two that had 60 mm cutting blades. The deciding factor was price: $28.99 sounded a lot better than $45.99. When I reached the checkout counter, I was pleased to learn that a sale was going on and I happily brought home the new item for about $16.00. I was gleeful until I looked at the back of the package. In small print, there is a warning that the product may cause cancer or be harmful to women and reproductive health. Alarmed, I called the company to ask just how this benign looking object can cause cancer. The representative’s response is that the warning was necessary because of the law in California that requires manufacturers to divulge potential danger of any product. He added that one would have to grind up 50,000 cutters and eat them and yet, the person might not die or even get sick from the product.

One of my friends pointed me in the direction of a video on YouTube. Seems that some folks set out to determine the gullibility of the American public. A woman with a petition in hand to ban Dihydrogen monoxide asked dozens of individuals to sign it. She explained that this substance could be found everywhere: in ponds, lakes, used to make fertilizer…and it had health effects like excessive urination if taken in quantity. What is this harmful substance? H20, in other words, water! Yet, the general (unknowingly) public were happily signing their names until a man stepped in and asked one signer if he was against water. The respondent said, “No, of course not! That’s crazy!” No doubt, you would say the same!

Dihydrogen monoxide is another scientific name for water, a term that is hardly ever used, but handy for a hoax situation like the one just described. The Federal Government mandates descriptions of products used in the workplace and requires a list of physical properties and precautions for use. Someone has a funny bone. There is a Material Safety Data Sheet for Dihydrogen monoxide!

There is an old saying: “Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.” I have come to the conclusion that life itself should come with a warning: “This condition could be fatal.” Now, it’s time for breakfast. I can assure you that I will find better use for my new rotary cutter than grinding it up and sprinkling it on my oatmeal!

With many thanks to my Facebook friends who always “keep me in stitches!”

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Whimsie Balls

Friday, March 11th, 2011

In 1988, I purchased a pattern by Nancy Brenan Daniel called “Whimsie Balls.” At the time, I made one and sent it to my niece’s new daughter. With a good memory of how much the child enjoyed this old-fashioned style toy, she recently asked if I would make two of these toys for the twin children of her friends.

whimsie ball

I chose various 1930s reproduction prints for these “love tokens” as the pattern designer calls them.

Whimsie Balls have been around since the Victorian Age. Nancy’s pattern offers four different sizes, one small enough to be used as a Christmas ornament; the others in “small,” “medium,” and “large.” Each ball has 36 pieces in two different shapes. I chose to hand cut and hand mark sewing lines on the fabrics and hand piece each segment. Assembly was by hand, of course. Making the toys took 20 hours for each one. Nancy tells me that she machine pieces the segments. I prefer to hand piece curves. It was a time-consuming but very fun project.

While working on the balls, I could just imagine tiny fingers grasping the segments and enjoying the tiny motifs in the fabric. After all these years, Nancy Brenan Daniel still sells this pattern…but only from her home. It is not offered in shops. For more information, please write directly to her: nancydaniel@me.com

Have a great weekend!

Patricia Cummings (a satisfied customer)
pat@quiltersmuse.com
Quilter’s Muse Publications