Every one has a haunting memory of a moment when life could have been different. A story I tell a lot in this category revolves around my life long friend Kathy (Ford) Krifka. We have been best friends forever despite years of living in different cities and countries and being completely different in orientation. Kathy was the friend that could do anything from cooking to cheerleading. She is smart, focused and kind which is why I have admired her since we became neighbors and best friends in 1968.
Yesterday Anna Maria Horner did a terrific post about starting sewing at a young age and other things. It was most thought provoking and it reminded me of Kathy and how she was a brilliant sewer when we were kids. She would spend Saturdays making clothes (that I can still remember!) while I watched and wondered. Anyway, the story I started to tell was about when we were living together in 1980 in a very small flat in NYC. One night I went into her room and she had a stack of fabric scraps and some drawings on her drafting table. I stood there tapping my foot waiting for her to stop whatever boring activity that was and go to the Sugarmill with me, which was our favorite Friday night...bar, for lack of a better word.
What she was doing of course was drafting a block for a quilt and I thought she just might be insane. I never saw the block completed as she went off to Harvard to become an architect. Many years later, like 20, she sent me a photo of that quilt finished. By then I had become a quilter myself and all I could do was marvel at the intricacy of the blocks she had drafted and pieced all by hand. She has an incredible, individual style that comes completely from within. Anyway, this morning I got the following photos from her of her dining room with newly hung quilts. I have to share them with all of you.
Even today our styles and approaches to quilting are very different but it is easy to appreciate the composition and imagination present in these quilts. Sorry I don't have close up images!
This is what is wonderful about quilting. We all share the common thread but express it differently. It doesn't matter what color, pattern or idea we choose to express it is the point that we put what is on the inside...out and by doing so we let everyone in. Kate, I think your quilts are stunning, as are you!
I am off to find some space to hang a quilt somewhere. If you are in Sydney, enjoy the rainy sewing day! kathy.