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Tomorrow—or the day after

A tricky decision lay before me. I admit that I had not thought of the problem before. When I looked at the new quilt I was going to sew, sporting in sparkling colours on the cover of my quilting magazine, I did not waste one thought on it. When I rummaged around my stash and decided on the fabrics I was going to use and I would have to buy, I seriously never tought of it. I can assure you that I had many a close look at the quilt but this problem never came to my mind. Until I had to sew it.

The flag block.

The flag waves on a high blue pole in the top left corner of the picture. And of course, it is the flag of the United States—stars and stripes. But I do not identify myself with this country. No offense meant, to be sure, but it is neither my country nor my flag.

What to do? Needless to say, I took the first step of solving the problem which is, I think, universally acknowledged as the right way to treat any problem: I postponed the decision. Don’t get me wrong. I did not evade it, nor did I ignore it. I simply waited until I would come up with a miraculously good idea.

Time went by, the church block and the bounty blocks all have been sewn—but the great idea had not come. I had some ideas, but never a truely bright one. Still, I sewed a flag but I admit that I was not content. Then I sewed a second version. But still I was not quite happy. You may have a look.

© 2011 by Heike Scharmann

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© 2011 by Heike Scharmann

I desperately tried to incorporate the colours of my country’s flag. But then, I don’t like them at all! I comforted myself with the fact that I only used fabrics that are used in the quilt anyway. They would not quite match the true colours of my country’s flag but thus not annoy.

The other day, I heard a song on the radio that really was in line with my feelings on the subject. It is called “Tomorrow” by Johannes Oerding. The lyrics are thereabout:

The day I am going to clean up / the day I am going to get up early / the day I am going to eat healthy / the day I am going to quit smoking / the day I am going to get my body in shape / the day I am going to do my taxes / You ask: When will this great day come? / The date has been long fixed / It is tomorrow / or the day after / or the day after / or the day after.

I very much had to laugh when I heard this tune and it really cheered me up. It somehow puts the importance of some (or many) of our decisions into perspective.

In the end, I am still undecided. But that’s okay. I know that one day I will have to decide. When all other blocks have been completed and I will have to sew them into one big quilt top at the latest. But until that day, maybe I will be consoled with the idea of using one of the flags I have sewn so far, or maybe that miraculously good idea will pop into my head and I will sew a third version.

© 2011 by hs

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Tribute to grandma

Besides some of my looks, my character and even some of my possessions, I owe to my grandmother a great versatility in matters of handcraft.

My mother’s mother was a tailor. As children, my sister and I sat in grandma’s kitchen and watched her cut patterns out of old newspapers. We watched her draw white lines on fabric with chalk. We watched her sit at her old Singer sewing machine with bended back. We watched her knit, crochet, baste, unsew, straiten, pin, wind, iron, tear, wash, mend.

Her kitchen cupboards not only sheltered dishes and cutlery, but also many wonderful tools. Needles in all sizes. Thread in many colours. Crochet hooks and knitting needles, big ones of plastic and very thin ones of metal. Scissors, safety pins, needle threaders, beads, lace, buttons, hooks and eyes.

And of course, my sister and me not only watched. We made use of all those treasures belonging to grandmother. We tailored dresses for our dolls. We crocheted teddy bears. We payed our afternoon tea (or rather a cup of milk for us) with buttons made of horn, wood, metal, and plastic. It was all a game. And I think that is why it is fun until today.

If anything, I learned from grandmother how to make something new out of something old. Having lived through two wars, she had made this her mastery. I don’t know anyone else who makes use of small things and leftovers like she did.

Lately, I occupied myself with producing some small things. Pendants they obviously are. Yet, I am not sure what to make of them. I should try and find some people who would like to wear them round their neck. The biggest of them measure almost 2 inches, others not 1,5.

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