After months on the road and preparing for tours again in 10 days time, it’s time for a revision on the food one puts into the body. So a list has been written and I’ll send the hubby to the supermarket. I begin the revision well, but sometimes it just lasts a few days… maybe…
We see block printing often, and we are also presented with those wonderful woodblocks that seem to find their way to the craft shows we attend. Seeing how they are made was fascinating. There is always a story behind everything we handle and this one is fascinating.
Yesterday, with a roll of quilts under my arm and a package of teaching supplies I was waiting for my driver in the lobby. Suddenly the quilts were whisked out of my arms and onto the counter of the porter…. In alarm I kept an eye on them as they began to wrap my quilts very neatly in Newspaper!!!!!! Ohhhh. They then presented the parcel with a small handle tie and and expression of complete happiness. “Please don’t rub the newsprint off on my precious quilts “I thought, and the end of the story was that they were just fine. I gave a small class to some friends here in Delhi and we had a wonderful day talking, eating, listening and sharing ideas on quilting as they completed a small project.
And then there was Joe, a young man who loved graffiti and who walked out of class so excited and enthused because he mastered quilt illustration on his thread graffiti piece. He works at the quilt store and I’m going to visit him again when I get back to town. Hugs Joe it takes guts to spend a day with a group of women quilters.
I had a huge lump in my throat this morning when I was taken to see a wall of Geraldine quilts made by 8-13 year old girls in a community that has some incredible challenges. I’m sure you would be filled with pride if these were your Grandies. I’m sure you would have admired the young people, all in their orange shirts who spent an entire day with us. Their youthful spirit put to the test as we asked them to carry machines, help set up booths and then take a quilting class with Miss Sue for a few hours.
We have a small committee of devoted volunteers and great support from the first National Bank of Alamogordo. The community are involved, the police, border control, the Mayor, the Library, the county and the local quilt shop and city merchants. To date $60,000 have been put back into the community through our Quilting event, “The Southern New Mexico Festival of Quilts.
Of course the day didn’t go as planned… I think is been like that for the past week. I have scribbles in the diary that need to change in a flash with the needs of the family and in between times I’ve been planning events for the rest of the year and working on projects.
Today was to be purely work in the studio….. hiccup. that didn’t happen. An outing with a daughter that needed a break was the go and we both enjoyed it. So the work happened in the early hours of the morning before her visit and late afternoon.
If you asked me now what I would like to do when I grow up. I would say I would like to be a photographic journalist and a Textile Art Designer.
My world has changed almost faster than I can keep up. Who hasn’t seen their life fundamentally changed by technology over the past decades
It proves that the use of the stitch ties us to the past and is part of our everyday life. I would love to be able to interpret that in fabric, but its a little beyond me right now.
However, the fabric I bought in Nepal is being used in a very different way this week. I call it painting with cloth and its just perfect for my quilt, ‘Finding Frida’ It has nothing to do with Nepal, its Mexican inspired…… or then again does it?
As promised I’m sharing the “Whats for Dinner” category from Houston. I thought they were wonderful. I’m sorry a few of the names are a little blurred. However, they were quite difficult to photograph due to the angle and lighting on the table.
I don’t have the catalogue here with me, it was sent home in the other luggage.