Be Unapologetic, Commanding, and Incredibly Sure of Yourself
I am now able to share a picture of the piece I wrote about earlier. It was well received at the KBAG show last month. I read these word somewhere and they stuck with me. They were perfect for this combination of hard and soft, and movement. It stands 23 inches tall, so it made quite a statement compared to the other books which were a more "normal" size. The wooden block came from a deck post patiently waiting to used in some creation, the tatting was made by a grand-in-law, the bells were a wedding present, and the quilt has it's own story. My maternal grandmother ALWAYS had her hands busy doing something, mostly crocheting but she also enjoyed quilting (Ceramics were important to her as well but that she did out of the house so I only saw the end result). Anyway, the only quilt I have been given is a well worn 9 square that I treated with great care, only taking it out for special occasions. When it got to the falling apart point, I knew I wanted to save as much as I could so I steeled my heart and took the scissors to it. I made small curtains for my art room and have saved the rest for special projects. I was so proud that I was able to reuse the quilt and showed my mother when she came to visit. I wanted her to know how I taken care of it over the years and how I had put it to good use at the end of it's first life. When she saw them she flatly stated that Granny did not make it. WHAT?? My mother's family lived in a coal miner's town, a woman lost her husband in the mine and was asking for handouts. My grandmother gave her some of mother and Uncle John's clothes and said her she would pay her to make a quilt. That is the quilt I have. It is still special but not exactly the story I had pictured, Granny carefully sewing the 9 squares. I find it interesting that Mother remembers the story behind that particular quilt. I wonder if it is because she lost her father in the minds when she was six and it resonates with her.
Here is the picture I mentioned in the last post. My father's first (and possible only) fish! The only problem is you can't see the fish. He and Mother both say that it is there but.... I just love the vest layered with pockets full of all the stuff one could ever need to fly fish.
Here is Dad in all his hiking glory with his boots, shades, walking sticks, binoculars and more pockets full of useful items. I could go on and on but as I said I am my father's daughter. Just ask BFF about all the important stuff I bring on vacation with us.
The sun is shinning, the family is in, the day is beautiful!
Peace,
Hilari
