Last time I said that quilts were made when big events happened in life. I forgot to add an important bit of that post..I'll tell you what it was, but before I do I should tell you that I really wanted to tell you a week ago and it annoyed me to no end that for several days, I was out of range of a computer, in a tent, in the mountains, the phone battery even died--and I couldn't tell you! No, really. Being so remote was great. Being really "cut off" and finding myself walking in the postcard beauty of the King's Canyon National Park. I broke down. I needed to call home. I used a pay phone! I know it sounds crazy but some kids walked by, they pointed at me and I heard them say as I battled with the door to close and searched for three numbers all at least 20 digits long: "Hey! I've seen those, they are really rare, d'you think it works?" I think they were teenagers at least because they were carrying coffee cups. Amazingly, even in a place with no mobile access, they had coffee from a large American company which I'm sure you know the name of.
So my wonderful idea I've been carrying around in my very own head is this: forget the whole sewing it back together stuff, just think, we can cut stuff up at any moment and it never has to be made into anything. You can cut up an argument. You can cut it up on the dance floor. Or you can just cut peices out of the day and hang them on your wall, even if the wall is the inside of your eyeball. So here's me cutting up my day, and the image I've wanted to give you for a week: a blue nylon swatch from the tent at Carpinteria State Beach, a tie-died cotton bit of a little girl's dress, a square foot of sail cloth from the boat my brother sailed, a page ripped out of a journal with slanted backwards writing and so deeply imprinted it is almost embossed, a bit of that cream colored neck brace of my mom's, a silver plastic spoon (I really like that they make plastic spoons that look silver), a pocket from the back of my jeans, a square of sweatshirt that says "shark" on it, a bit of wonderfully hard dry ground and a huge gulp of foggy sea air. You can use your own imagination and emotion to sew it all up for me. That was one of my days last week. What's your day like?
yours, with scissors (which are the allowed length to be taken on an airplane)