I have been stash building with some private swaps and added some really neat things. The first picture shows several European fat quarters swapped for some of my excess magazines. I think many of these are going to go into a black and red commissioned quilt. Hurray! And then there was a swap with Tina who is Hawaiian by birth but now lives in Georgia; she wanted buttons and generously sent a LOT of fabric cuts including a couple of her hula prints, one with wonderful little "hula kids." And then a really great selection of prints and plains -- I had a Christmas in April moment - in fact almost felt like I'd won a lottery -- all for clearing a lot of buttons out of my button box. It is still April and still National Poetry Month and I have been lax about sharing the wonderful poems I enjoy very much. Here is the end of a fairly long poem written by Stanley Kunitz when he was in his 70s. He's no longer with us but he was over 90 when he died and left us much wonderful poetry, the wisest, I think, written in the last two decades of his life.
From "The Layers"
How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulating somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus=clouded voice directed me: "Live in the layers, not in the litter." Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations in already written. I am not done with my changes.
This strip quilt was made using drier sheet as the foundation. This quick and easy method is always fun because I can choose exactly which piece comes next but will always be surprised when I put several together and see the patterns formed.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!