|Posted by lucindaquilts on June 23, 2009 at 11:37 AM||comments (0)|
This quilt marks the turning point, between years of my Dad asking in exasperated tones, 'You think you'll ever make any money at that?' -- to his displaying this proudly in his living room and telling all his friends that his daughter was a quiltmaker (even, oh chagrin, asking me years ago if I had a website he could tell them about!)
|Posted by lucindaquilts on June 21, 2009 at 11:15 AM||comments (0)|
Happy Fathers' Day to all the dads I know (including some quiltmakers who are also dads...)!
and, because our house and gardens here in Guad are full of quiet -- and 'noisy' -- blossoms, some lines from the poem 'Making':
"From the making made and, made, now making
certain order – thus excellent despair
is laid,and in the room the patches of the quilt
seize light and throw it back upon the air.
A grace is made, a loveliness is caught
Quilting a quiet blossom as a work." -- Phyllis Webb, Selected Poems, p.56
|Posted by lucindaquilts on May 7, 2009 at 9:04 PM||comments (0)|