1. I spoke to my mother on the phone today, and wonder of wonders. the valentine I mailed on Monday arrived. Not only that, she loved it. Apparently the combination of red satin and lace is just what she thinks a valentine should be. So hooray for me, and hooray for the USPS!
2, At guild tonight, a member showed fabric she had bought on a trip to the Bahamas. She had stumbled across a local guild's show, and naturally jumped at the chance to visit. She said, "My husband started to laugh. He said, "I feel like I'm in South Bend.' The quilts and everything else at the show were exactly like what you see here." I don't know about you, but I think that's depressing.
3. ( Not totally unrelated to #2) Today, I picked up a copy of a book called One Hundred Japanese Quilts, the catalog of a show I saw in the Indianapolis Museum of Art in 2004. Believe me, these quilts DO NOT look like what you'd see in South Bend. I am endlessly amazed by the individuality, the invention, the intricacy of these quilts. When I first bought it, I studied it for hours. I haven't looked at it for a while, and it's a pleasure to rediscover it, and to know that it hasn't lost its wonder.
So what's the connection between these two points? When what is seen at quilt shops and shows looks so much the same, whether in Indiana or the Bahamas, it's wonderful to know that there are individual visions out there. They're in the Japanese quilts, and in some of the quilts I saw at guild tonight, and in what I see on-line. Hooray for that individuality, too!