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Pillow Talk, Pillow Action

December 21, 2009

Goodness gracious, people. A lot has happened for me since September. In college towns, big cities, and on tropical islands. With old friends, new friends, mentors, lovers, family, and the lifelong “domestic partner.” Painting bedrooms, taking walks, cooking soup, learning stick-shift, finding a twin spirit in my high school crush, getting (a) into art school and (b) certified in scuba diving. Another 10-day Vipassana course (this one in North Fork, California). Sleeping on the streets of San Francisco. Living and working in a street ministry. And all the while, continuing to open, open, open up.

Part of me feels like apologizing, and trying to atone for the extended absence by crafting some sort of meaningful, powerful narrative about the last three or four months. (Autumn. Wow. All of autumn.) The most insightful insights, the most surprising surprises, the most splendid splendors. But instead, in classic Kloncking fashion, I think it’s best to begin with the tangible. And colorful. And close to home. Less talk, more action.

I bought these gorgeous fabrics this summer, from a very kind, friendly shopkeeper near my flat in Barcelona. When my folks came out to visit me, my mom and I decided we’d use them for a pillowcase project. She taught me how to do it while I was home for Thanksgiving. Specifically, how to add on the invisible zippers. (Invisible yet pink! Ha!)

I wish I had thought to take some pictures during the sewing process because the best part of all was watching my mother as she modeled the stitching for me, guiding the fabric through the electric machine with such rhythm and confidence and obvious pleasure. Sewing was one of her main hobbies for most of her life — she made, mended and/or altered much of her own clothing. Her mother (my Oma) was a factory seamstress, too. So mama certainly knows her way around a Singer, even though hers mostly lies dormant these days.

It was beautiful to witness her work — like watching a cheery old former minor-league shortstop play catch with his grandkids. Graceful muscle memory. Alacrity. Plus, she’s an excellent teacher for a novice like me. I’m quite proud of our results.

It’s good to be back, friends!  Hope you’re well.  More to come.  Ps: many thanks to Kyle, who unknowingly gave me the push I needed to get this thing going again.  De-lurking in person is even more fabulous.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. December 22, 2009 11:56 am

    These photos are beautiful, lady! Also I loved hearing about the process of your mama sewing & teaching.

  2. December 22, 2009 12:45 pm

    those are absolutely beautiful. you and she are absolutely talented!

  3. December 22, 2009 6:25 pm

    Aw, shmush: Leora and bfp in the same comment thread. Extraordinary artists and inspiring people. One I hung out with last night; one I still look forward to meeting someday.

    Hugs to both of you, and thanks.

  4. December 23, 2009 6:46 am

    Begin with the tangible! I’m, as always, feeling your approach to thinking. I agree with Leora, those photos are hot.

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