I got into an elevator this afternoon and saw a young woman who lives in this building, but who is very quiet and never speaks, so, with the New York etiquette, I don't speak to her either. She was wearing a skirt that was a gorgeous quilt. Actually had there not been three or four other people in the elevator I would not have been able to remain quiet. It was extremely simple, but the colors were strong and the visual statement strong. I really wanted to come home and make several of the simple blocks which were held together with bold navy stripping. I'm so haunted by it, I think I may have to make at least a crib sized quilt like it -- I won't use navy for a crib quilt! maybe bright blue or turquoise instead. Seeing a pattern that is utterly simple and yet visually so strong is a kind of wake up signal. "Forget about all this complexity. Do the in-your-face stuff." When I get some put together, I'll take a photo and refer back to this post -- I can't draw it and show you since my scanner doesn't agree with the program on this computer. More anon --
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!