Tag: PIQF

I Was Feeling Part of the Scenery*

I totally forgot that I have two quilts at PIQF this weekend…so go check them out. They are part of the Threads of Resistance exhibit…

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Thanks to Ellen November for the photo…she confirmed that they are not hidden away as well. The Mancusos are kind of used to me I guess. I wanted to go up for this show, but this month is a crazy asshole and that’s not happening.

Speaking of crazy assholes…

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So last night, I was ready to sew the binding on, and I realized I had an issue on the back. I should have cut the backing bigger than I did…oh well. So I thought about how to deal with this…because honestly, it’s on the back, so who’s gonna care.

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The quilt police and I are not on speaking terms.

I put the miles of binding on…

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And then the sleeves…and added a little piece of the background fabric under the sleeve, into the binding seam, so it would cover the small piece that would show.

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No one is gonna know…I’ll hand stitch it down while I’m sewing the binding and sleeves down. Problem solved!

Then I went to watch that band I always watch. Crashed their event, bought a glass of wine, then mooched the second one (the table I was sitting at was totally empty). And started drawing. Damn, I miss drawing. Need to shove that into my schedule. I keep saying it and it doesn’t happen.

The wildfires in Northern California are on my mind…

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I try to stay out of the newsfeeds, but stories about animals being rescued or still being there after everything burned, or old couples holding onto each other in swimming pools all night. Aargh. The fires aren’t fully contained, evacuations are still happening, the death toll will surely rise. So freakin’ sad.

And I have 17 errands to run, 3 hours (at least) of hand sewing, and at least 5 hours of grading to do. There we are.

*Peter Gabriel, Solsbury Hill

Wowza

Well, if I were more with it, this would be a fantastic post of weekend trip pictures and stories…but I’m not with it. In fact, I’ve probably got some mutant version of the flu, which is manifesting itself as a nasty, rib-cracking cough and a hearty game of chills vs fever. Of course, it was also the weekend I’d planned a kamikaze Friday-night field trip to Santa Clara to the Pacific International Quilt Festival to see my curated exhibit I’m Not Crazy. Friday morning at school, I put my head down during my prep and dreamed of sleep…in a bed…it was many hours before I reached that. Saturday I saw the show (more on that later) and photographed the exhibit, then had to rest and revive with a dose of hot tea, pseudo epinephrine, and Tanya (each was beneficial in its own way). Lunch was awful, and then we headed for the airport. I’m sure having sinus congestion didn’t help (I think my right ear has finally popped), plus there’s something purely nauseating about being in the back seat of a taxi.

I officially collapsed last night. Eventually I managed some tea (the universal feel-better drink) and pizza, and then back to bed. Twenty-eight throat lozenges later, my ribs feel like I gave birth to an alien, my brain is mush, and I spent probably 5 hours in bed or collapsed on a couch or chair today.

Yes, I also went to a soccer game. I sat. I did not yell. Once or twice, I put my head down. (We had dueling soccer games. I’m sure if there had been only one, I could have stayed in bed. As it was, I almost stayed in the car, but the sweltering heat made that nigh impossible.)

Oh yeah, and my camera card ate a bunch of pictures in the middle of the show and I didn’t have the energy to go back and rephotograph. The last time it did that, it finally coughed up the eaten photographs more than 6 weeks later, so maybe they will show up for Christmas. You just never know.

What I do know is that things are rarely easy…and I’m truly glad I got to see the show in real life and that I took the time to go up there, despite all the other crap. I also know that I’m going to bed early tonight and hopefully will feel more like a human tomorrow…if not, there’s always Urgent Care.