January 2011 - Posts

It's here, it's here!

I imagine launching a business or a website or a new quilting show online is kind of like giving birth, only there are fewer surgical gloves and less screaming. Quilty launches today, and there are no nurses or whacks on the back, but there is a feeling of joy, of fear, of expecation. 

It's just a little show. But it's our little show. And I'm very, very happy.

I hope you will all visit QNNtv.com and heyquilty.com to check it out. The first episode is up and the gettin's good. Be patient with us as we work out kinks in the website, here on the blog, and other items of business we haven't realized are kinked yet. Be patient with your host, too -- I'm still learning right along with you. But all those caveats are immaterial in the end. We're just going for it at this point.

I know from experience that if you've got a basic grasp of the mechanics of quiltmaking, you can open a door to a world of comfort, peace, art, and enjoyment and it can never be taken away from you. Quilty was born out of my desire to help the people in my peer group (and beyond) discover just that. Quilts are American. They are people. They are stories; past and future. They're also wildly fun to make these days, what with all the ridiculously beautiful fabric out there, and the collective body of quilt knowledge available to us today. There's never been a better time to make a quilt and Quilty wants to encourage and help anyone, everyone do that.

So enjoy! There's a new episode each week. We're already planning the next batch, and the next, and the next. I was going to post a picture from the set but I think I'd rather post another picture of me at the sewing machine with my favorite doggie in the world: Scrabble. I call her "Scrabble Doo" and she calls me "Bark! Bark!" but we both think you should watch Quilty, friend Quilty on Facebook, and stick around for a spell. 

p.s. Thank you to everyone at NTM, Fons & Porter, and QNN. Thank you to my family, especially my incredible mother -- thanks for the fabric, Mom. And to my ridonk-a-donk, stupidly amazing Quilty production team, esp. Rebecca, Jack, Josh, and Ceasar. (This sounds like I'm winning an Oscar...)

 

When I was growing up, there were books everywhere. I'm a reader, born to a family of readers. This was one book we had.

Do you remember it? Good ol' Tomie dePaola. 

It's funny. I'm so happy these days about Quilty launching and all the exciting things I'm doing in my career, but other areas of my life are full of stress and bad news. I came across a picture of this book recently and I got pretty sad. Things are so simple when we're little. They're supposed to be, anyway. I know not everyone has this experience. But for me, for awhile, it was pretty easy: eat, sleep, play, read, poop. Love. 

Today, if you so feel inclined, give someone a hug for me. And if you are further inclined, sew a bit. I think that energy out in the universe would probably do some good. And if you're not done inclining and you have the ability to read a book to a child, give that a shot. 

I'm sure they would love that.

I saw this sewing machine sitting outside in the freezing, freezing cold yesterday here in Chicago.

I mean, I think it's a sewing machine. It's like the skeleton of a sewing machine that sat in the attic or the basement or the bottom of the ocean for 50 years and then was dredged up to sit outside in a punishing Chicago winter for awhile until someone sees it and says, "Hey! I want THAT sewing machine!" 

As I walked away from it, I thought, "I have no desire to purchase that old, defunct sewing machine." And for a moment, I wondered if that was bad, if I should want to rehab old machines and start a collection and be all up on my sewing machine knowledge and be able to say in an important voice, "Oh, yes. That would be an original Singer Featherweight, circa XYZ and ABC and so forth." 

But the thing is -- and this is what I realized and what I share with you now -- is that I like to make quilts. I want a sewing machine to help me do that. I'm not a tinkerer. I'm not a handyman. I'm not a machine repairman and I'm not a sewing machine history buff. Not yet, anyway. I'm not a miracle worker either, which is what that hunk of metal is going to need if anyone's going to make any quilts with it. My point is that I'm a quilter, and that's what I want to be. So that poor little machine will just have to wait until someone comes along who has a love of making broken things work again. 

Me, I have a love of quilting. 

You know, that would be a great name for a show... ;)

Santa gave you $3,000, right? 

He didn't? Oh.

That's too bad, because you happened to have $3,000 laying around and nothing better to spend it on, you would definitely want to pick up this new Chanel bag for Spring 2011. It's patchworky! 

AND IT'S THREE THOUSAND FLIPPIN DOLLARS. 

Good grief!