Sunday, November 22, 2015
Something I didn't post when written: This is my treadle that I love so much. I love, love,love her sound. It took me awhile to get in the groove but I did. It's not as simple as stepping on a foot peddle and the stitches follow. No. You have to time the stepping of the treadle with the turning of the wheel so as not to have the machine go backward and break the thread I still need more practice. But i love it. Today - like many people - I'm sitting with the attacks in Paris. Trying to wrap my mind around it but I just can't. I know there are people who don't like the French, who say they treat American tourists poorly but really? how do we treat tourists? Or international students? Or anyone who looks different than we do? My brain can't handle this all. On Facebook there is a quilting group that is having major drama. really? quilting? When there are moms and dads, spouses, sisters, brothers across the ocean who have lost an innocent family member for what? For what? I know that we are told to look at the big picture. But how is that working for us? When we stop looking at the world at a family level, it is easier to point out the good guys and the bad guys. It makes it easier to hurt when the other people are unknown to us. I am tired. So tired. I'm afraid of this world. Looking at the big picture makes it easier to hate. And I don't want to hate. All I know is that fellow humans have been hurt and are hurting because of the hate of other humans. I'm afraid of the hate from unknown people, I am afraid of the hate of people I know.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
It no secret- I love old stuff. And not just because I'm old. I think we've lost a lot in the so-called improvements throughout the year. Granted, many improvements are good - cars are safer, paints are safer, plastics are safer. . . But some things would have been best left alone. I mean, look at those stitches! Perfect! And that is all she does. Sews. She just sews. And that is all I need for her to do. This old girl has been around for over 100 years and I'd be willing to bet that she'll still be going strong in another century.
I think the newness of things is just frustrating because as I've aged, I've noticed how disposable things seem to have become. Including people. Sometimes I feel like one of the old Singers - quite old, the surface is not as bright and shiny which seems to put some people off but despite outward appearances, I can be a workhorse. And lots and lots of experience in its (my) history. It seems as if when we get older, assumptions are made - that we are not smart enough or strong enough. But like the old sewing machines, sometimes we are best at what we are meant to do.My old Singer makes a perfect straight stitch and it gets the job done. I don't really need anything more than that to make a beautiful quilt. Similarly, I need to accept myself and not measure myself against the newer models. And that just may be a piece of advise worth sharing.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
The last of the colors - I hope not but if so, these last few days have ushered winter in the best way possible! In fact, on my walk today it was hard to believe that it was November. While not as vibrant as at the end of Spring or early summer, the arboretum was brilliant: even in death the foliage is breathtaking. The colors are quilt inspiring! The leaves of the oak trees were especially beautiful - a mosaic of green, orange, yellow and reds - all in a single leaf!