A couple of days ago Elizabeth and I went to Del Norte for lunch and to see the San Luis Valley Quilt Guild Charity Show. It had been Elizabeth’s birthday the day before and I worked out a way to treat her to the show. She’s pretty fierce about paying her own way, but she and her husband do so many things for me that I can never repay — liking hanging a door on my studio. Besides, she’s awesome.
We had lunch which was great as was the conversation. Then she wanted to cross the street and go to Kathy’s Fabric Trunk to see if they had white crochet thread. I’ve been in this store frequently with her. There’s nothing in there for me to buy, but the owner is a lovely, sweet person and there are dogs. Last time I was there was during Covid and I just went to the front door and knocked. Kathy brought out some seam tape I was picking up for Elizabeth. It was — as were most stores that year — a ghost store.
Tuesday was a different scene completely, leading to a beautiful human scenario.
The store had more stock than I’ve ever seen — quilting season (winter) is approaching — but even then there was MORE. In the “back” (not really, it’s another full sized room beside the main store) were tables around which sat maybe six women. OK, I’m going to say they were all larger women, most in dresses?! It doesn’t matter but I’m painting a scene here. Elizabeth was looking at a crochet thread. There was no white, only ecru which led to a big deliberation about that. Her goal was crocheting angel tree toppers for the upcoming craft boutique. She stood there with the thread deliberating and talking with the women who were all involved in sewing projects.
At the end of the table in a very helpful wheelchair sat Kathy’s very disabled daughter and, beside her on the floor, was the black lab who never leaves her side.
On a high shelf was a cage with a parrot who talked to me. “Hi! How ya’ doin’?”
To my right, in another space, marked off by shelves, a woman measured fabric. As the parrot and I chatted, a yellow lab came to check on the ladies to see if they were dropping any of their lunch and get pets from me. I was mesmerized by this sight. All the women were so happily engaged with each other and their project. They were interested in Elizabeth’s project and her deliberation. It was so beautiful, enchanting. I wanted to pull out my phone and take a photo, but I thought it might be rude.
I learned later that Kathy now holds classes — conducted by experts in particular sewing and quilting techniques — at her store. I’m sure one of the reasons those women were so buoyantly happy (besides being together) is that they were learning something. From there we went to the Rio Grande County Museum.
As we walked to the museum door, I saw that Elizabeth had her money ready. Lyndsie, the director, waved away the money, “You two are good. You don’t have to pay.” I’d arranged to take income from notecards to pay our donation, but it ended up that Lyndsie paid for us. She gave me the $10 someone paid for a pack of notecards. ❤️ A few minutes later, I gave the $10 “back” by buying a Christmas present that benefited the Quilt Guild. High finance among little ladies…
The quilt show was great, and we got to vote for “best quilt” in a few categories which we like doing. Then, draped over an old sofa (I mean OLD), we saw an amazing quilt, an antique “fancy” quilt a crazy quilt of luxurious fabrics. The legend going with it explained that the quilt maker had been born in 1815. Elizabeth and I kind of agreed that we’d lost something over the years.
Good news from the museum? Looks like the Holiday Art Show will happen. They were finalizing the document — contract — artists will have to sign releasing the museum for liability. Dates are already being considered. I was happy to hear that and grateful to Lyndsie for advocating for me (us).
I don’t know where I fit in this amazing valley. I think, like a lot of things in life — singing in public for example — my primary role is that of “appreciator.” I wouldn’t be the first “alien” to commit to a life here, as this immigrant’s trunk from Sweden reminded me.
UPDATE: I just got home from the doc. I’m not an expert but I saw my X-rays and everything looks good. The doc explained that joint inflammation seems to be a fairly common post-Covid problem. It’s possible that someone will read my X-rays differently, but I sincerely doubt it. I was so relieved when I saw them, I almost cried and the radiologist hugged me. I needed that hug.
Uh…good thoughts appreciated — I’m off to the doc for hip X-rays. I don’t want to endure surgery again. The extreme inconvenience, pain and complications of it? Just not in the mood. No, it’s nothing like being a refugee from the Russian army or the innumerable worse things that can happen to us humans, but it’s still not fun.
18 thoughts on “Human Beauty”
I’ve mostly stopped wondering why I love where I am and am just accepting it. When it’s time for me to transduce, I’ll be here. 🙂
Me too, but honestly, sometimes (because of politics, mostly) I feel like Howard the Duck “trapped in a world he never made.”
That sounds like a delightful day-after birthday celebration for Elizabeth, and for you. I love quilt shows and beautiful old quilts — and I could almost imagine being along with you for a fun day! (Love the featured photo — was that from the quilt show, or one you own?)
That quilt with the quails is from the show. It’s very pretty, obviously. 😀
It went together with a lot of time, love, and patience. The quails and the eggs are not easy to piece into a quilt that way, and the quilting looks as if it was hand sewn, also not easy! It’s beautiful!
It’s an appliqué quilt according to Elizabeth and most of the quilting was done by machine. The lady who made it is clearly a master at integrating techniques into a really lovely whole.
That is an amazing quilt. A definite work of art. Good thoughts being sent your way,
Thank you. I am amazed by and grateful for how wonderfully that quilt has been preserved.
That is one beautiful quilt. One of our local churches used to have a quilt show in the fall, but then Covid… All the ladies who submitted work were so old, and I know of one who died. Not sure that show will go on, but I did enjoy it.
This story just made me happy as it reflected so much appreciation, love and beauty. Just what I needed to read over my lunch.
It was beautiful 😍
I loved how you painted with your words such a vivid description of the scene in the store with all the people and animals and good feelings. Sounds like an absolutely banner day and love that beautiful quilt! Good luck w test )
What a beautiful quilt Martha and I can picture the scene with the women, the dogs and chatty parrot – such a wonderful treat for your friend’s birthday! Sending positive thoughts for your hip X-ray and much love from our house to yours 🐾💜🐾 xxx
It was magical, Xenia! 🦜💚
The old quilt on the chair is beautiful! As for the photo, some images are for your memory only. There are many photos of this trip that I couldn’t or didn’t take. Sometimes I would look at a scene and realize that my phone camera would not see what I saw. The images are in here (points to self).
I shared my mental image with the store owner. She said, “that’s what I strive for.” But I think you’re right that a photo would not capture what I saw.
I’ve almost forgotten what it is like to be engaged in female chit chat with a bunch of other women who share the same interests (and politics does not enter the conversation). Thankfully Kathy’s shop survived that awful time when everyone was holed up at home. Happy birthday to Elizabeth. It sounds like you had a wonderful time together on your day out.
Beautiful quilts, both your feature photo and the “antique” one. Just amazing.
I’m wishing you had taken a photo of the happy ladies sewing together because I can see you painting them, using the photo as a prompt. Kathy would surely display it in her shop 🙂
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