I had a chance to travel to New York City this past month, where I joined my daughter Barbara for a long-awaited long weekend.
We stayed midtown Manhattan, so I walked past M & J Trimming many times, a happy spot on my walks. Anne Brousseau, a good friend who used to work in this industry, arranged a visit for us to Andover Fabrics, and of course I said “YES!”
Cliff Quibell, the Vice President, gave us a tour of the different processes and departments, from design development to printing to editing. We were able to see an artist hand-painting a new design, but of course, no photos were allowed. There is so much involved to getting one bolt of fabric to our local quilt shops! We appreciated Mr. Quibell taking time for us, given the fact that they had just returned from Quilt Market.
He introduced me to Gayle, who works for Andover, and hanging in her office is this amazing quilt, made from old clothes from when she lived overseas in Tunisia. Her sister, Elizabeth Porter, made this quilt for her as a memory quilt. (I think I got those details correct!)
There was so much there that I couldn’t photograph, but he did allow a shot of their bookshelves. I would have loved to have browsed those titles and made notes.
- tables in the pedestrian area
- artwork in the buildings (they let me creep in to photograph it)
- Desigual building with a terrific mural on the side
- the heavy weave of one of their winter coats on display
- Mokuba, a ribbon shop
- close-up of the wares in the Mokuba window
I went into last shop, thinking I’d like some of that fancy metallic ribbon in their front window display. After some minutes, a little lady pushing a cart rolled up to where I was, opened the fat book on the top, and scanned the list. She looked at me. “Twenty-seven dollars,” she said. “Per YARD.” Gulp. I smiled, thanked the lady with her little cart, and slunk out.
This pedestrian barrier was near the Folk Art Museum, which I didn’t get to. Next trip.
We were on our way to Zabar’s, a New York Institution, where I almost bought a set of glasses (Macy’s got the business when I arrived home), but did buy a nutmeg grater.
Another day found us at Chelsea Market, after walking the High Line, on the East Side.
Her husband purchased Hamilton tickets for her for her birthday, and I got to come along (we first had a meal at Eataly near the Flatiron Building).
We got ourselves to the Occulus, the new World Trade Center Transportation Hub, and we visited the recently opened subway station underneath it:
Another chilly day (you need to know that I am from Southern California and she is from Arizona) we drove around looking at street art in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn.
A few more iconic sights: taxi shoes at Kate Spade, the Empire State Building from our hotel room, posing with a man from the Empire Shield Task Force (he told me to point to his badge), and finally, the glorious sight of Grand Central Station.
Until next time, New York!