Talk about something you'd like to create, that you maybe don't have the skills or technology to do currently.
That list is so dauntingly long that at first I wanted to ignore this "talk about" completely. Why even open that door? And so, rather than explain one of the many "when I find the time/the perfect bead/the right loom/the fabric" wishes, I'm going to share a different kind of creative project with you, one that I started not knowing what it would / will turn in to, much less why.
My best friend in high school was Melissa Freed. I adored her. She was everything I wasn't: outgoing, bubbly, smart, popular, and pretty. Oh, and she had curly hair and the biggest, most wonderful blue eyes!
In our twenties, we had a "falling out" (over a man, of course) and after that our paths didn't cross often, but despite, or perhaps because, of all the pain we had caused one another, our deep abiding love for each other never died. We would find ourselves there for each other at the oddest (and right) times.
During one of our last phone conversations (she lived in Maryland, I in New Mexico), she was horribly depressed and spoke of what a failure she was, that she had never lived up to her potential, had never become the star she and her family had expected her to be. After we got off the phone, I began work on a quilt, a quilt to remind her that she had always been a star in my life, even when she was a dark star. I pieced a quilt of nine different large blocks using various star patterns. Once the piecing was complete, I added some machine embroidered stars to the top.
I was able to use the long tables at my friend Pam Moore's Gallery 28 in La Union to baste the quilt. And then, then life got in the way somehow, as it so often seems to do with me. The quilt sat on a chair in my sewing studio, waiting to be quilted...for a few years, I'm ashamed to admit.
And then I got the call, three years ago on August 11, letting me know that Melissa had died in her sleep. She never got to see her quilt.
Mel left a younger brother, Dale, and sister-in-law who, along with their children, absolutely adored her. She left some old friends to whom she will always be important.
What I want to create is set of art quilts from that star quilt, one for each of us whom she touched so deeply. But I haven't had the emotional courage to even look at that quilt yet. It's been three years. It may be another three before I can do this.
Let the stars in your life know that that is what they are. Do it while you still can!
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Touching and lovely, Carol. This post will stay with me for a very long time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story and sentiment. Each person grieves in their own way. I think you found yours in this endeavor.
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ReplyDeleteSuch a deeply thoughtful, and personal post. Thank you for sharing. I am sure your quilt is stunning, and when you do the set, it will be infused with love, and light. The gifts of friendship.
xoxoxox.
thank you for the reminder to reach out to those we live, while they're here. I couldn't agree more on how important this is!
Such a sad story. What a wonderful idea for the quilts, that should be very healing for everyone. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThat will be a lovely tribute.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very touching post, Carol. What a beautiful gift they will make to the people who love her.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing such a personal thing. It really touched me. When the time is right you'll be able to create those wonderful quilts.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful, sad story that really hit home to me. For Christmas in 2006, I made my mom a necklace with a set of beautiful handmade lampwork glass sheep beads that I had made in my studio (back when I had the time to do lampwork!). There were ten white sheep and one black sheep - because my mom and I always considered ourselves to be the black sheep in the family!
ReplyDeleteDespite the careful packaging, some of the sheep beads broke on their way to Texas. My mom sent the necklace back for me to repair and for me to make more sheep, but in 2007, I found myself pregnant with my son and couldn't torch. After I had Colden in 2008 and the weather warmed up enough for me to get back to the torch, I put it off, since I was trying to do other things like care for an infant and figure out how I was going to earn an income as a stay at home mom.
My mom passed away somewhat unexpectedly in July 2008, just a week before Colden turned six months old. I never had the chance to finish those sheep beads for her, and it was incredibly painful for me to look at that necklace with it's broken beads.
Finally, I cut the necklace apart and took the remaining, unbroken sheep. I wrapped them in so much bubble wrap, you couldn't tell what was in there. I called my mom's cousin, who had been one of her closest friends and who also makes beaded jewelry, told her the story of the glass sheep and asked her if she would like the remaining sheep. She gladly accepted them, and the sheep found a good home with my mom's cousin.
It still saddens me to think that I never had the chance to repair that necklace for my mom before she passed away, but I do find a small comfort in the fact that the sheep are now living happily with "Cousin Susie", who owns a small farm with REAL sheep on it, too!
Thank you for sharing, Carol!
Thank you for sharing this with us, Carol. It's such a beautiful tribute to your friend! And sage advice, reminding us of what's important when it comes to the ones we love...every day is an opportunity.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Carol Dean! Thank you. =) *HUGS* Mx
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ReplyDeleteOh wow. So not the ending I was expecting.}:(
ReplyDeleteMelissa sounds exactly how my best friend from 6th grade through high school was- pretty, blonde, outgoing- everything I wasn't.}:)
We've grown apart since I left home and joined the Marines. She started a family right out of high school, I left the States. Life moved on. Our friendship dwindled greatly.
We try to get tother sometimes for dinner when I'm home, but it's not the same. WE're just too different now.
Reading about you and your high school best friend makes me wish things had turned out differently for me and mine.
Hugs.
What a moving post. Such a beautiful tribute to your friend. The quilt set will be amazing and, as Ande said, infused with love.
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