Isn’t Lee, of Freshly Pieced Fabrics, the best? Many many thanks to her for providing motivation for us to get something done and put together, so we can share with our WIP community.
Even though my week was somewhat stalled, due to Lack of Personal Energy (that even chocolate and caffeine couldn’t fix), I did force myself to some progress on the Red/White Challenge blocks. I wanted to make a table runner, but didn’t know how it would come together. I played around with a lot of ideas, putting the blocks on point, but in the end, it was all about getting the blocks to interact together. I love how they seemed to “converse” when they were up on my pin wall and I knew if I put them on point, that conversation would vanish.
So I made a mock-up of the blocks with a checkerboard border.
Then I kept switching around the order of the blocks until I got an arrangement I liked.
Stitched together and pinned–ready for quilting! It’s good to have something smaller to work on, because school started this week. For those who don’t know, I teach English at a local community college, and this semester (they rotate our classes) I’m teaching Introduction to Literature. We’re diving into poems right off the bat, so I thought I’d offer up this poem by Billy Collins, as a tribute to what students in literature classes can do to a poem.
Introduction to Poetry
by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
from The Apple that Astonished Paris, 1996
University of Arkansas Press, Fayetteville, Ark.
But the most important thing of all is, it’s my daughter’s birthday. Because she developed pari-partum cardiomyopathy upon the birth of her last child–a life-threatening disease–I celebrate every birthday I can. Happy Birthday, Barbara!
And if you’ll indulge me for one more, here’s my husband and I with most of our grandchildren, taken at the last family reunion. I LOVE glow necklaces!