Forgotten object found
Seems like a lot of people cleaned their closets during the early months of the pandemic. My new fave country radio personality Jeannie Seely was talking about it every Sunday on Satty-lite radio back in the spring when we were listening to her in the Lyme Lounge parked in state and county parks, reading and eating pandemic snacks and having a bit of liquid courage. As I have said before I’m not sure how an acid rock/esoteric classical music aficionado (meeeee) came to love country but there ya go. I was pretty freaked out back in the early pandemic days and Jeannie’s voice and message helped keep me sane. Unlike our unpresidential president…
Because I need to carve out office space for myself going forward, I need to clean out an overcrowded bedroom. I mean, the company is providing desks for all of us now forever telecommuters but I have no place to put a desk. I am still working by Sitting on the Green Couch Watching All the Dogs Go By.
I am having a terrible time getting started on cleaning out that room and flinging (or relocating) the stuff in it. There are Native American made weavings from the American southwest when my parents were rattling around there because my dad was a WWII pilot trainer. There are quilts and afghans my grandmother Emily made. I did not meet her. She didn’t know any of her grandchildren because she died when The Commander was 15 in a car accident somewhere in the Detroit area. The Comm always said she was hit by a drunk driver but a newspaper clipping I found in the Comm’s stuff says she was speeding and doesn’t mention the drunk driver. Not sure what the real story was, maybe a combo of both.
And then there are a few mini-quilts that *I* made, including this one, which is probably my fave. I mean, I am not an artist in any way shape or form but I remember slowly handsewing all of these little triangles together and soooo carefully picking out the fabrics to depict a log cabin (inspired by my grandparents’) and lots of tall pine trees and the light in the sky behind them and some beach in front.
September 19th, 2020 at 8:33 pm
I didn’t do much cleaning out at the beginning of the pandemic. I’ve done a little bit now, but not much. I’ve gotten rid of a few things via my local Buy Nothing site. John has helped too; he sold my bike rack for me. Clearing out a whole room is daunting to me. The quilt is amazing. I couldn’t make one to save my life. No exaggeration.
September 20th, 2020 at 8:42 am
I was trying to make a heart out of what is the cabin. Which makes sense. The cabin is the heart. Love it.
September 20th, 2020 at 9:40 am
I really like this quilt, and what it means.