Today was pretty amazing, all around. First thing this morning, Doodle and I had an hour and a half at puppy playtime in Central Park, romping with his friends Freddie, Dougal, Winston, Sadie, Ollie, Pasha, Beau and a mini-herd of other playful pups. Because of my recent insane work schedule, I've missed these wonderful, relaxing social sessions with Ben and the puppies as spring rolls around, and I'm enjoying every day of them while I can.
Then, while the wiggly mop napped, I struggled through another session of hot yoga (I have an unlimited monthly pass and I'm making the most of it). Every muscle in my body hurts, but it's a good hurt.
And this afternoon topped all of it. Aswiminknits and I met up at the Armory on the Upper East Side to take in the last few hours of the Red and White Quilts Show.
And it was stunning.
The Armory proved to be an ideal location for lounging and admiring the cascade of shapes and colors dangling from the ceiling, draped over chairs.
650 red and white quilts from the past three centuries. Anonymous. Intricate. Yet they many of them so very personal.
We couldn't help but wonder...who were Adaline and Jordan? Who crafted this gorgeous quilt for them? And how did it end up here in the exhibit?
Some had even more personal touches. A yellow flair here...the only non-red color we saw...
...a date stamp (1899)...
...and names, so very many names. Typed....
Speaking of embroidery...good luck working out this one.
I love the squares, the straight lines, the circles.
This quilt below - who designed it? What was their inspiration? A journeyer from Turkey perhaps?
This one - for a spinner. Complete with cat, of course.
I bought two quilting books and I am sure that I will find myself scavenging fabric around the city sometime soon. It's time to drag out the sewing machine and get back to the piecework, to figure out how to turn those crib tops I've made into actual quilts.
Meanwhile, the pup - he is exhausted. And weird.