Improv Workshop with Gee’s Bend Quilters

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

~ Cesare Pavese

Yesterday’s Gee’s Bend workshop at Heritage Hall in Talladega, Alabama was filled with beautiful moments.

China caught me picking apart some fabric strips (which I thought was going rather well), took them from me and just started pulling them apart. Just grab and pull. I would have thought that would warp the fabric or something, but nope. They came apart as if she’d already pulled the stitches out. My table mate and I got a huge laugh at me over that. I really wish I had it on video because it was hilarious.

Of course, China and Mary Ann sang as we worked.

What I admire most about the women of Gee’s Bend is their spirit. These women and their families have known true hardships, and yet they arrive with joy in their hearts and love to share.

They give more than they take.

A lesson for all of us. I have running water, insulated walls, and food in my belly. I’ll bet you do, too.

The Ladies Pettway brought in a bin of fabric odds and ends and we tossed in a few bits of our own. In the bin I found a hand-painted panel depicting pastoral birds, which sent me off in one direction because I had some silly notion that it was meant to be that I work with this thing. Well, I guess it was meant to be in that it taught me that I shouldn’t always listen to silly notions.

Have mercy, y’all… this thing is ug-ly. (Except for the birds. The birds are really pretty.)

But it was terrific fun and felt liberating to sew on something that had no plan, no destination, no pattern, no rules, no deadline. It was freeing. I think I’ll use improv in the future as a way to clear my mind between (or during) more structured projects.

xoxo,
~~ Tara

Movin’ On Up…

Today I start painting the room that will soon be my sewing studio (doesn’t that sound fancy?).

This was my eldest stepdaughter’s room until she went to college, then it was my stepson’s room until he went to college four years later. Now, it’s going to be MY room. HA!

Here’s a portion of what my “studio” is like now. It’s my kitchen table. The cutting table is the kitchen island (not shown). My fabric is stowed away in cabinets, dressers, and under a bed in another room.

Kitchen "Sewing Studio"
Kitchen “Sewing Studio”

I am soooo looking forward to my kitchen being neat and tidy again without all the sewing cluttering it up. And when we have guests, I will no longer have to put everything (except the design wall) away and get it all back out again. That really puts a hitch in my sewjo when I have to do that.

And here’s the room I’m moving into! Upstairs. Away from the kitchen and common areas of the house.

Primer goes on today and I’m auditioning paint colors, but will go with a taupe-y gray that doesn’t compete with the fabrics I’m working with on projects. I want the color in the room to come from fabric.

Studio Before
Studio Before

I’ll be moving some things in before there is proper flooring, because our friends from England are visiting in a couple of weeks and we need the kitchen dining table, but I still need to be able to sew. Baby steps, y’all. Sometimes life is a series of baby steps. As long as it’s onward and upward, that’s fine by me.

~~ Tara

Can’t Stop This Music

I got word this week that I didn’t make the cut as one of the 2018 52Quilters (strike #5 off my 2018 Plan). The Universe is telling me to reserve that energy for another area that needs my attention.

To be honest, I’m slightly relieved to have one less thing on my “to do” list. There is joy in simplification.

I’m still gonna dance in my kitchen, y’all. Ain’t no party like a Quilt District party.

French Dancer

xoxo,
Tara