Poèmes de Courtepointe : Quand les Points Racontent des Histoires

La poésie, tout comme une courtepointe finement travaillée, est une forme d’art qui assemble des éléments disparates – mots, images, émotions et idées – pour créer quelque chose de cohérent, de beau et de profondément résonnant. Tout comme une personne qui fait de la courtepointe sélectionne des tissus, coupe des motifs et les pique avec soin, un poète choisit son langage, structure ses vers et les lie avec rythme et métaphore. Il n’est donc pas surprenant que l’art de la courtepointe ait inspiré d’innombrables poètes, donnant naissance à une riche collection de poèmes sur la courtepointe. Ces œuvres capturent l’essence de la courtepointe : la sensation tactile du tissu, la patience du point, les histoires contenues dans chaque chute et la communauté formée autour du métier.

Cette collection explore les nombreuses facettes de la courtepointe vues à travers les yeux des poètes. De la camaraderie du cercle de courtepointe au parcours personnel du tri d’un stock de tissus, des souvenirs incrustés dans des chutes usées aux frustrations humoristiques de l’artisanat, ces poèmes révèlent les fils qui relient la vie, l’amour et l’héritage par le simple acte de coudre ensemble des morceaux de tissu. Plongez dans ce monde où chaque point raconte une histoire et où chaque courtepointe est un poème qui n’attend qu’à se déployer.

Poèmes sur le Cercle de Courtepointe

Le cercle de courtepointe est plus qu’un simple rassemblement ; c’est une tradition de communauté, de travail partagé et d’amitiés naissantes. Les femmes (et parfois les hommes) se réunissaient pour travailler sur une grande courtepointe, transformant la couture solitaire en un événement social rempli de conversations, de rires et d’un but commun. Le poème « Quilting Bee » capture magnifiquement cet esprit communautaire, soulignant la camaraderie et le mélange de travail et d’interaction sociale.

**Quilting Bee**(Author: unknown)In Fellowship they meet, Their long days to invest, Snipping and sewing, only slowing To visit, to eat or rest.

Calico scraps, heaped on laps, Each one an exact size and hue. Fingers nimble with thread and thimble, Create pretty patterns anew. Heads bent to the task, you need not ask If these ladies love to quilt. Their talented touch, expresses as much As piece onto piece it is built.

Friends try to perceive who will receive Each quilt that is stitched from the heart, With needlework fine, the patterns entwined A treasure, a true work of art.

La courtepointe : vaisseau de mémoire et d’héritage

Les courtepointes sont souvent plus que de simples dessus de lit ; ce sont des tapisseries vivantes de mémoire, assemblées à partir du tissu de nos vies et de celles de nos ancêtres. Des chutes de vieux vêtements, de couvertures usées et de vêtements précieux deviennent les éléments constitutifs d’une nouvelle création, portant le poids de l’histoire et de l’émotion. Ces poèmes réfléchissent à la manière dont les courtepointes préservent le passé et relient les générations.

« Mother Pieced Quilts » de Teresa Palomo Acosta est une exploration poignante du poids émotionnel et de l’histoire contenus dans les courtepointes d’une mère. Ce qui semblait de simples couvertures était, en fait, des toiles vibrantes abritant les histoires et les matériaux de la vie d’une famille.

**Mother Pieced Quilts**by Teresa Palomo Acosta

they were just meant as covers in winters as weapons against pounding january winds

but it was just that every morning I awoke to these october ripened canvases passed my hand across their cloth faces and began to wonder how you pieced all these together these strips of gentle communion cotton and flannel nightgowns wedding organdies dime store velvets

how you shaped patterns square and oblong and round positioned balanced then cemented them with your thread a steel needle a thimble

how the thread darted in and out galloping along the frayed edges, tucking them in as you did us at night oh how you stretched and turned and re-arranged your michigan spring faded curtain pieces my father’s santa fe work shirt the summer denims, the tweed and fall

in the evening you sat at your canvas our cracked linoleum floor the drawing board me lounging on your arm and you staking out the plan; whether to put the lilac purple of easter against the red plaid of winter-going-into-spring whether to mix a yellow with blue and white and paint the corpus christi noon when my father held your hand whether to shape a five-point star from the somber black silk you wore to grandmother’s funeral

you were the river current carrying the roaring notes forming them into pictures of a little boy reclining a swallow flying you were the caravan master at the reins driving your thread needle artillery across the mosaic cloth bridges delivering yourself in separate testimonies

oh mother you plunged me sobbing and laughing into our past into the river crossing at five into the spinach fields into the plain view cotton rows into tuberculosis wards into braids and muslin dresses sewn hard and taut to withstand the thrashings of twenty-five years

stretched out they lay armed/ready/shouting/celebrating

knotted with love the quilts sing on

« Memories » de Patricia Everson fait écho à ce thème, utilisant une courtepointe comme dispositif narratif pour partager l’histoire familiale et les histoires personnelles, pièce par pièce.

Memoriesby Patricia Everson Sit down and I’ll tell you a story Wrap yourself up in my quilt. Here’s a cup of my coffee The wood stove is filled to the hilt.

Quilting is more than a hobby. To me it is a record of life, Recording for me all the good times, Remembering for me all the strife.

This patch was made from a bunting. The baby had now moved away. And this one came from my sister, From a dress that was yellow and grey. Below this one from my brother Is one from my aunt who just died. If you look close you can cipher Her signature on the left side.

And here over next to the corner Is a piece from my mother’s old skirt. And this one right in the middle Was made from my father’s red shirt.

This one came out a bit crooked. The material was faded and worn. No wonder it looks so dejected, It was woven before I was born.

Beneath this one at the bottom Is one that is worth more than gold. It came from my old winter jacket, It kept me safe from the cold.

This blue one I found in the cellar When we moved to this house long ago. Who knows what story it covets, This old, faded, worn calico.

Above the green one in the center Is my most favorite one of all. It looks like the leaves by the river Just after they drop in the fall.

And let’s not forget this pink gingham, I know that it’s seen better days, But I like the way that it mingles With the yellows and purples and greys.

Before you finish your coffee And you have to be on your way, Take a look at this one near the bottom, It came from my Great Uncle Ray.

He traveled the world in a schooner, He brought back such wonderful things. The material is of the richest, Fit only for princes and kings.

Some store their treasures in bank vaults, Some keep them hidden away, But I keep mine here on my quilt top Where I can enjoy them each day.

« A Legacy of Stitches » de Sandra E. Andersen parle directement de l’idée de laisser une marque durable à travers l’artisanat, reconnaissant que chaque point fait partie d’une histoire qui perdure.

A Legacy of StitchesSandra E. Andersen 2001-2008 A Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind; the imprint of our very soul that lasts beyond our time. The heart that quilts knows, oh, so well the peace that can be found, as needle meets with fabric, for there is no sweeter sound.

Whether quiet piecing done by hand or on our sewing machine, there’s rhythm to our stitches as we sew along each seam.

Those stitches tell the story of our lives as they unfold as we think of quilts that Grandma made with stories left untold.

The humdrum of our daily lives grows elegant and grand, when we start to cut the pieces, then stitch the fabric in our hands.

And whatever is the reason for the quilts we piece and sew, and whoever is the maker, there is one thing that we know.

Each quilt is full of memories, and is a treasured thing. If quilts could talk, imagine how some quilts would surely sing!

For some quilts are sewn in happy times and others when we’re sad, and some are sewn in laughter and others when we’re mad.

Some are sewn to warm us, and some sewn just for fun, and some are “works in progress” that never quite get done!

Some quilts are sewn for beauty, a quilt made just for “show”, but the heart of the true quilter is the one who really knows~

That no matter how the quilt is stitched, we leave our mark in time. This Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind.

« Grandmother’s Parlor » de Priscilla Schrock évoque le confort nostalgique d’une courtepointe fabriquée par un membre bien-aimé de la famille, soulignant comment les courtepointes peuvent devenir synonymes de lieux et de personnes chers.

Grandmother’s Parlorby Priscilla Schrock I remember the quilt, made with loving care, Draped over the back of her favorite chair, In my Grandmother’s parlor.

A quilt full of pictures, a quilt full of love, With birds stitched in gold, seen flying above, In my Grandmother’s parlor. Made with purples and reds and colors so bright, The browns and the greens and even some white, In my Grandmother’s parlor.

As I sat on the floor my fingers would glide, Tracing designs over threads narrow and wide, In my Grandmother’s parlor.

I would give all I have for a chance to be there, In my Grandmother’s lap, in her favorite chair, In my Grandmother’s parlor.

« Secrets of the Old Quilt » de Dallas Reed fait allusion aux histoires tacites et peut-être même aux commérages partagés entre les courtepointiers du passé, nous rappelant que les courtepointes ne sont pas seulement du tissu, mais des échos de connexions humaines et de conversations.

Secrets of the Old QuiltAuthor: Dallas Reed Today, I went up to the attic, and found a quilt that grandma made.

The binding was worn, the pieces tattered, and the colors had begun to fade.

There were silks and wools and calicos, in a pattern of the nine patch kind.

They were precision cut and precision sewn, with an intricate quilting design.

She pieced the top and the quilting bee, helped her quilt the days away.

And they talked about everybody, Who didn’t help quilt that day.

Only if that quilt could talk. Oh, the words that would be conveyed, of the gossip at the quilting bee,

in the quilt that grandma made…..

Le poème anonyme « Untitled » (souvent appelé le poème « Neighbor ») présente une comparaison spirituelle entre le travail transitoire du ménage et l’héritage durable d’une courtepointe faite à la main, suggérant que cette dernière a plus de valeur pour les générations futures.

**Untitled**(Author Unknown)My neighbour is washing her windows , And scrubbing and mopping her floors,

But my house is all topsy and turvey,

And dust is behind all the doors.

My neighbour, she keeps her house spotless, And she goes all day on a trot:

But no one would know in a fortnight

If she swept today or not.

The task I am at is enticing – My neighbour is worn to a rag – I am making a quilt out of pieces

I saved in a pretty chintz bag.

And the quilt, I know my descendants Will exhibit with credit to me

« So lovely – my grandmother made it

Long ago in 1933. »

But will her grandchildren remember Her struggles with dirt and decay?

They will not –

they will wish she had made them

The quilt I am making today. (Author: unknown)

Plan détaillé de blocs de courtepointe hexagonaux aux motifs floraux vifs, disposés à l'extérieur par temps ensoleillé, capturant les couleurs vibrantes et le design géométrique.

Le côté humoristique de la courtepointe

La courtepointe, bien que souvent considérée comme une activité sereine et artistique, est aussi fertile en frustrations et moments humoristiques auxquels on peut s’identifier. Des stocks de tissus accablants aux outils insaisissables et à la pile toujours présente de projets inachevés (UFO), les courtepointiers trouvent souvent le rire partagé dans le chaos de leurs espaces créatifs. Ces poèmes sur la courtepointe mettent en lumière les aspects plus légers, souvent comiques, de l’artisanat.

Juanita K Bard offre une interprétation ludique d’un monologue classique dans « To Stash or not to Stash…is that the question? », abordant avec humour la lutte éternelle du courtepointier : gérer une collection de tissus toujours croissante.

To Stash or not to Stash….is that the question?

by Juanita K Bard (With apologies to Shakespeare’s HAMLET) Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous mis-organization Or to take arms against a sea of clutter And by opposing end it? To organize? To give away? To sew not more? Nay…To sew I must..perchance a new patchwork Or try a new paper piece pattern For who can bear the whips and scorns of The ever present 1/2 price sale ads That makes a calamity of our credit cards..

To file or not to file my patterns To group by pastels and darks And by organization to say we end The heartache of rummaging around For just that right piece of fabric

That our sewing is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d..to organize, To conceal in boxes…and boxes galore In plastic containers that overflow on the floor To organize, perchance to achieve it….ay, there’s the rub;

For in that great organization of fabric what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal unorganization Must give us pause there’s the respect That makes calamity of so organized a sewing room; For who can bear to whittle down her Stash…

The pangs of that separation of fabric To grunt and sweat under the strain Of not seeing forever the beloved Stash… But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d boxes…from who boundary

No traveler returns, puzzles the will And make us rather think we have To give to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make swappers of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution

Gives way to the pale thought and enterprises Of that great moment with this regard To our current Stash…Organize…give away!!!! And lose the name of clutter… Soft you now! Oh, fair quilters… in they orisons Be all my Stash remember’d…..

Ray Hartsell offre la perspective d’un mari dans « Husbands », une courte et humoristique réflexion sur les priorités d’un courtepointier, suggérant que la passion pour la courtepointe peut parfois (en plaisantant) l’emporter sur d’autres engagements.

Husbands

(Author: Ray Hartsell (husband of a quilter)) A quilter’s husband died on Friday. Her heart was torn and wilting

To have the funeral on Monday,

She’d have to miss her quilting.

She asked her sister to fill in, An act so torn and wilting. « To him it makes no difference —

So why miss out on quilting? »

« The Crazy Quilt », une pièce anonyme d’une publication de 1890, utilise l’humour pour décrire la popularité écrasante et la nature légèrement chaotique de la mode des courtepointes « Crazy Quilt » de la fin du 19e siècle, même au détriment des tâches ménagères.

The Crazy Quilt Oh, say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, What you failed to perceive at the twilight’s last gleaming; A crazy concern that through the long night O’er the bed where you slept was so saucily streaming; The silk patches so fair, Round, three-cornered and square Gives proof that the lunatic bed-quilt is there. Oh, the crazy-quilt mania triumphantly raves, And maid, wife, and widow are bound as its slaves

On that quilt dimly seen as you rouse from your sleep Your long-missing necktie in silence reposes, And the filoselle insects that over it creep, A piece of your vest half-conceals, half discloses; There is Kensington-stitch In designs that are rich, Snow-flake, arrasene, point russe and all such. Oh, the crazy-quilt mania, how long will it rave? And how long will fair woman be held its slave?

And where is the wife who so vauntingly swore That nothing on earth her affections could smother? She crept from your side at the chiming of four And is down in the parlor at work on another. Your breakfasts are spoiled, And your dinners half-boiled, And your efforts to get a square supper are foiled By the crazy-quilt mania that fiendishly raves, And to which all the women are absolute slaves.

And thus it has been since the panic began, In many loved homes it has wrought desolation, And cursed is the power by many a man, That has brought him so close to the verge of starvation, But make it she must, She will do it or bust, Beg, swap, and buy pieces or get them on trust, Oh, the crazy-quilt mania, may it soon cease to rave In the land of the free and the home of the brave. -Anonymous

« 14,287 Pieces of Fabric » de Jean Ray Laury exagère avec humour la taille du stock de tissus d’un courtepointier, jouant sur la réticence courante à se séparer même du plus petit morceau.

14,287 Pieces of Fabric

Written by Jean Ray LauryBehind the painted picket gate There lived a quilter known as Kate She had one son, a boy named John; One daughter, whom she doted on. She had one husband and one house One pup, one cat, one little mouse… And 14,287 pieces of fabric.

Footnote: Many Thanks to Virginia Lane who let me know that this poem is the first poem in the book « 14,287 Pieces of Fabric and Other Poems, » which is both written and illustrated by Jean Ray Laury, published in 1994 by C&T Publishing. « Whenever anyone needs just a piece of fabric – her husband to flag cargo extending from his pickup, the neighbor child to bind an injury, and so on, there’s not one piece that Katy can spare. That color is special, her sister gave her this piece, she got that one at the quilt show, and so on. She finally gets a reason to use her fabric, sews madly, falls asleep, and dreams that she’s used all 14, 287 pieces. »

Thank you, Virginia! I so appreciate my readers!

Jacquie Scuitto, connue sous le nom de « The Muse », contribue plusieurs poèmes qui abordent les luttes quotidiennes et les manies humoristiques de la vie d’un courtepointier, y compris « Disappearing Act », qui déplore la disparition de petits outils cruciaux comme les épingles et les dés à coudre.

Disappearing Act

Author: Jacquie Scuitto known as « The Muse » Where do all my pins disappear to? I’ve picked up all the ones off the floor. But when I put them back into their box, It looked as though there ought to be more.

What became of the needle I had in my hand When I picked up the spool to thread it? It seems to have vanished into thin air, But that explanation I can’t credit.

How does my thimble disappear From the basket where it was laid? I haven’t heard it rolling ’round on the floor As it did when the cats with it played.

What did I do with that fabric I need That I had just an hour ago? I put it away, but in what place? It’s somewhere that it doesn’t show.

The magazine with the pattern I liked Was right on top of that pile. I guess it’s sunk, but how far down In such a little while? I know that book went back on its shelf

And should be with books of its kind. But I just can’t find it, though I’ve looked five times. Can it be that I’m going blind? It’s a very good thing that my sewing machine

Is something that’s too big to hide. Not being able to find something as big as that Would really humble my pride! I don’t know why things I know that I had

Disappear when I put them away .I find it annoying but I very much fear It’s a problem that’s here to stay.

Scuitto capture également la quête sans fin de nouveaux projets du courtepointier dans « Many Starts, Mini Finishes », une affliction courante dans le monde de la courtepointe.

Many Starts, Mini Finishes

Author: Bee Neeley Kuckelman There once was a quilter named Min

Whatever she’d see, she’d begin.

A large quilt, a small quilt, A doll quilt, a wall quilt. « I’ll finish these later, » said Min.

« Now what shall I start on today? I guess it will be applique. Some birds in a group, I’ll frame with a hoop. Today, though, I’ll put them away.

I think I will make a new vest, In silk, or cotton would be best Trapunto I’ll do, Then Sunbonnet Sue! But now I will give them a rest.

A tote bag I’ve wanted to sew, And then I’ll try quilt-as-you-go. A radiant Star For next year’s bazaar Just when they’ll be done, I don’t know For Christmas I’ve got projects galore

A tree skirt, a wreath for the door. I’ll make a soft box, And red quilted socks, And what’s not completed, I’ll store.

« Is anything finished? » asked Son. Her answer could only be, « None. « So, Min made a vow: She would not allow More new projects — well, maybe just one.

« The Deadline » de Dallas Reed évoque la hâte familière de terminer un projet juste avant une exposition ou un événement, capturant l’énergie frénétique et le désordre inévitable.

The Deadline

by Dallas Reed

T’was the night before the quilt show, and at the sewing machine

was the biggest organized clutter, that you have ever seen. There was fabric on the table. Fabric on the chair, Fabric on the floor,

There was fabric everywhere. I couldn’t find my rotary cutter, couldn’t find my mat;

I couldn’t find my scissors, And I’m wondering where they’re at. It’s an hour before the show, Then I’ll get up and leave.

All I need is a few more stitches, The binding…..and the sleeve. But I’m not about to worry, Everything is going to be fine. I’ll get it done in time —

But,I really hate a deadline.

« SOS » de Scuitto est une autre perspective sur le problème toujours présent de trouver de l’espace pour une collection de tissus en expansion, un dilemme auquel de nombreux courtepointiers dévoués peuvent s’identifier.

SOS

by Jacquie Scuitto Where can I store more fabric? My sewing room shelves are crammed!

There’s no more space beneath my bed And the guest room closet is jammed.

I have a friend with an attic Who would let me store some there,

But such separation from my treasures Would be more than I could bear.

Meanwhile there are three bags full From the big sale I went to today

And I can’t think where to put them — Or what my dear husband will say!

« Foot Note », également de Scuitto, décrit avec humour les défis et frustrations du piquage à la machine, ramenant le courtepointier au confort et au contrôle de la couture à la main.

Foot Note

by Jacquie Scuitto aka The Muse

This foot was made for walking. But not on my machine! It turns out the weirdest quilting That I have ever seen! It sews along quilte nicely, I stop holding my breath, Then it does a little dance step And scares me half tio death! I see a section of stitches Too small for ripping out, Then a leap and then a skip — What is this all about? A seam on top? The batting? Am I doing something wrong? I didn’t dream that machine quilting Would ever take this long. The answer’s out there somewhere, I’ll seek till I understand, But until I get it sorted out I just must quilt by hand!

Cindy Thury Smith propose plusieurs interprétations humoristiques de la vie d’un courtepointier, y compris « Quilting Frustrations », une litanie des mésaventures et défis courants rencontrés pendant le processus de courtepointe.

Quilting Frustrations

by Cindy Thury Smith 1986

First I lost my thimble and stuck the needle into my thumb Then I figured the yardages wrong, so I’m short, how dumb! And I can’t understand this piecing diagram ‘cuz my brain’s gone numb Sometimes quilting just doesn’t pay.

Now the tension’s goofed up on my sewing machine The four yards I bought aren’t the right shade of green And how am I to get Grandmother’s unfinished quilt top clean? Sometimes quilting just doesn’t pay.

I’ve pressed under bias until my fingers are all burnt Can’t quite remember that finishing tip I thought I’d learnt Tried to do an edge in scallops, but they weren’t Sometimes quilting just doesn’t pay.

I’ve sewed on this quilt for what seems like a hundred weeks Bringing my quilting skills to a new sewing peak And, surprisingly, getting pretty close to the design I seek Well, maybe quilting’s not so bad.

Hey, I’ve finally got it on the quilting frame As I bend over and stitch my back will never be the same In the corner I’ll label it with the date and my name Well, maybe quilting’s not so bad. Now it’s proudly displayed in all its pomp and glory Conveniently forgotten is how its construction was slightly hoary Currently I’m telling the “masterpiece of needleart” story Yeah, I guess quilting’s not so bad.

« The Frankenstein Quilt » de Smith capture l’horreur humoristique d’un projet qui dépasse sa conception simple originale, devenant une entreprise complexe et monstrueuse.

The Frankenstein Quilt

by Cindy Thury Smith 1985 I started out with a simple block design And thought I’d add just one or two more lines To come up with a quilt that’d be all mine. Then I started playing with complex borders and sashing

And through my mind new ideas kept flashing Until now my hopes have gone a-dashing! I’ve created an impossible pattern, a monster

Anyone who’d try it would be a fanatical quilter Who’d probably end up cussing out the designer! Since I created it I’d better give it a try As I ripped out stitches I kept asking myself why

If I ever get it done I’ll take this one with me when I die! Now it’s finally done and lies displayed on our bed

Hundreds of hours, yards of fabric, and miles of thread One of those, “It’ll never work” ideas that just popped into my head.

« ODE TO A QUILTER’S HUSBAND » de Smith offre un hommage léger aux partenaires patients des courtepointiers, qui tolèrent l’obsession du tissu, les épingles et les conversations constantes sur la courtepointe.

ODE TO A QUILTER’S HUSBANDby Cindy Thury Smith 1983 The husband of this quilter is a very special, patient guy Who doesn’t complain about how much fabric his wife may buy. Through the years he’s picked up a lot of quilting lore Because on this subject his wife can get to be quite a bore. He’s learned better than to throw away any old odd shaped scrap Because it’s likely that’s the one she’ll need to fill her design gap. He know if he enters the quilting room his feet will get pins in And he’s learned there’s not just red, but brick, rust, scarlet and crimson. He knows how she snorts when she sees an ordinary bedspread Cuz in HER house there’s only personally designed quilts instead. He knows when she meets another quilter there’ll be fast and furious talkin’ And at a quilt show there’ll be lots of scribbling and gawkin’. He thinks of quilt-mania as a kind of creative affliction That can only be controlled by regular doses of stitchin’. He knows she quilts for enjoyment, not for money, Cuz she does quilts that are traditional, modern and some just plain funny! And though all my cutting, designing, sewing and quilting through the years He’s always been interested, supportive, patient, and very, very dear. Thanks, honey.

Cathy Miller, connue pour ses chansons sur la courtepointe, propose des paroles humoristiques qui capturent le mode de vie du courtepointier, y compris les efforts déployés pour cacher les achats de tissus (« 100 Ways to Hide Your Stash ») et la lutte à laquelle on peut s’identifier pour terminer un projet dans les délais (« It Ain’t Finished Yet »). « Toss the Cat » donne vie en chanson à un jeu traditionnel, légèrement excentrique, inspiré du folklore.

100 Ways to Hide Your Stash

(Song by Cathy Miller on her « One Stitch At A Time » CD) He doesn’t’ have to know everything A few secrets keep a marriage fresh as spring I’ll have it in, and out of sight in a flash There are 100 ways to hide your stash. Fill up the cupboard, hide the evidence Pile it in the pantry spare no expense Keep it with the kids’ clothes, lay it with the wine Keep it all together where the sun don’t shine! Put it in a Safeway bag, bring it in with the groceries Call it « Christmas presents – and don’t you peek! » You’re « keeping it for a friend » who’s gone to Calgary She’ll be back soon – no there’s none for me! Don’t tell him what you owe the store He might start looking in the dryer or the drawer It’s an affliction breeding secrecy These quilty pleasures that won’t let me be Pack it in the wardrobe, under the chair Stack it with the linen, with the silverware Cram it in the cellar, under the stair With the winter clothes, with the underwear. A woman stored hers in the ceiling overhead For years it stayed there, overtop the bed Her husband never ever heard a sound Until the day it brought the ceiling down

He’s got golfing and his auto parts You’ve got fabric He’s got cigarettes and butter tarts You’ve got fabric!

Pad it in a pillow, buy a bass violin

Cram it in a corner, tuck it in a tin Turn off your freezer, fill up your bin Unplug the oven, you can fit it all in

Buy a few quarters, while you’re at the store Get a little extra – more more more Slip it in the mattress, hide it under the floor No more room in here: buy the house next door! (Author: Cathy Miller)

Toss the Cat(Song by Cathy Miller on her « One Stitch At A Time » CD)

The bridal quilt is done, take it out of the frame Don’t forget to sign it and give it a name

Sew on some binding and that will be that Only one thing left to be done, and that’s play toss the cat

We’ve sewn in our good wishes for the bride and the groom The red pomegranate, the hearts and the moon

Our vines are unbroken and our apples are fat Now’s the time for our good luck when we play toss the cat

Grab your corner of quilt, in the middle she stands The next one to get hitched is the closest to where she lands

The kitty doesn’t like it much, well fancy that! That’s the price you pay when you play toss the cat

The cat has been a pest from the very first day Pawing the fabric, and clawing the fray

And when it’s time to work, she’s got to lie in your lap It’s only just desserts when you play toss the cat CHORUS

From this day forward she can lie in the sun with a lifetime supply of catnip She can have a nap whenever she wants one and maybe she’ll forget… Because I’ve got a few friends and their chances are good For holy matrimony and motherhood It won’t be too long before they’re buying their batt And another chance for us to play toss the cat. CHORUS (Author: Cathy Miller)

It Ain’t Finished Yet

(Song by Cathy Miller on her « One Stitch At A Time » CD)

It ain’t finished yet I’m making this quilt for a wedding gift But it ain’t finished yet I’ve spent a small fortune on the fabric and thread

Just to cut it up in little squares

Now I’ve gotta sew it back together again

With my own individual flair

I’ve laid it out 57 different ways I can’t decide what looks the best

The wedding day has come and gone, I’m still in a maze

And I need more of that fabric I bought in Tibet!

I’m ripping out seams that didn’t fit just right I’ve gotta do them over again

My eyesight is fading, working late in the night

I hope this thing is done before the marriage ends!

I thought it would be easy when I got the idea

I even used her dress from the day they met

If anyone had told me how much work it would be I’d have volunteered to cater the banquet!

My husband has had to learn to cook and to bake While I’m fighting with the tangled thread

But I’ve bought the fabric for the next three I make

There must be something wrong with my head!

In final desperation I went down to the guild To get a few tips from the « pros »

Everyone had pages there for show and tell A listing of their UFOs!

(Author: Cathy Miller)

« A Christmas Quilter » de Pat Everson présente une image festive, bien que frénétique, d’un courtepointier essayant de créer des cadeaux faits à la main pour tous les membres de sa liste avant la date limite des fêtes.

A Christmas Quilter

By Pat Everson T’was a few weeks before Christmas and in my head was a plan To make all of my Christmas gifts by my own hand.

Away to my scrap box in a flash I did fly.

With patterns in my head and a twinkle in my eye. I cut and I sewed as merry as an elf. Making things for others and not for myself.

A quilted vest for a teen-aged niece. Quilts for the grandparents with love sewn in each piece. Quilted covers for aunts’ tabletops,

Away I go with hardly a stop.

On scissors, on needles, on thimble and thread, Oh, hurry I must, for Christmas day is ahead.

A quilted diaper bag for the baby so new. I may even quilt Santa a coat before I’m through.

Quilted bedspreads for Mother and Sis. I still have a few left on my list.

Cushions with quilted tops and potholders done. It’s now Christmas Eve and I have a gift for each one.

So I sprang to my Volkswagon and made quite a clatter.

The neighbors ran to the windows to see what was the matter. From one house to the other, I leaped like a deer.

Leaving my presents and hopefully cheer. With best wishes to each for a Christmas so bright.

A tired, happy quilter drove away in the night.

Motifs, expositions et le monde de la courtepointe

Le monde de la courtepointe est rempli d’une variété éblouissante de motifs, de couleurs vives et d’opportunités de se connecter avec d’autres passionnés par le biais d’expositions et de guildes. Ces poèmes abordent la richesse visuelle et les expériences partagées au sein de la communauté de la courtepointe.

« red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet » de Jacquie Scuitto capture le plaisir sensoriel et l’émerveillement ressentis lors d’une exposition de courtepointe, submergée par la variété des couleurs, des motifs et des techniques exposées.

red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet

By Jacquie Scuitto

I went to a quilt show And what did I see But more kinds of quilts Than I thought there could be:

There were huge ones and minis And lots in between, Combinations of colors That I’d never seen.

Some quilts were just triangles, Others all squares. I saw appliqued angels, Rabbits and bears.

I saw fanciful shapes And stars all aglow, All the quilts with no ribbons And the grand Best of Show.

I never have known Such excitement before. When is the next show? I want to see more!

Dans « the blocks of the builders », Scuitto plonge dans le vaste lexique des noms de blocs de courtepointe, des favoris traditionnels comme « Log Cabin » et « Irish Chain » aux titres plus fantaisistes, soulignant la riche histoire et la variété de la conception de courtepointe et le délicieux défi de choisir un motif.

the blocks of the builders

by Jacquie Scuitto

I’ve sought inspiration A quilt for to make. There’s a wide choice of patterns, Now which should I take?

Here’s Baltimore Album And Sunbonnet Sue, Seven Sisters, Clay’s Choice And Log Cabin too.

Anvil and Churn Dash, Birds in the Air, Country Crossroads, City Square.

Broken Dishes, Tree of Life, LeMoyne Star, Contrary Wife.

Mexican Star, Pickle Dish, Cherry Basket, Goldfish.

Thousand Pyramids, Irish Chain, True Lover’s Knot, And Airplane.

Tangled Garter, World’s Fair, Kansas Troubles, Windblown Square.

Also Hovering Hawks And Flying Geese. I really don’t know What to piece!

Four-Patch, Nine-Patch, Tumbling Blocks, Grandmother’s Fan, Jack-in-the-Box.

Spiderweb, Kaleidoscope, There must be one. I’ve not lost hope.

I’ve thought and thought, I’m ready to wilt. Eureka! I’ll make a sampler quilt!

« The Quiltin’ Times Are A-Changing » de Cindy Thury Smith réfléchit à l’évolution de la courtepointe au fil du temps, comparant le passé frugal, axé sur les chutes, au présent connecté à Internet, riche en outils, tout en reconnaissant les motivations fondamentales durables que sont la chaleur, la beauté et la créativité nourricière pour l’âme.

The Quiltin’ Times Are A-Changing by CindyThury Smith 1999

For our Great-Great Grandmothers, in quilting times past A frugal quilter had to scrimp, make every scrap last Today wasting fabric is not such a crime Today what’s scarce is a quilter’s TIME. Patterns used to travel with pioneers going west Now we swap and share instantly on the Internet

Once templates were traced, fabric carefully scissored Now we slice multiple layers, we’re all Olfa wizards. At one time a two fabric quilt was a sign of status

Now Watercolor quilts have hundreds of prints comin’ at us

Quilters used to gather at small local quilting bees

Now we congregate at conferences, national teachers to see. Like our Great-Great Grandmothers our lives are busy, we’re stressed

But with the beauty of our quilts, we feel we are blessed

As with Great-Great Grandmother, our quilting serves many goals

To give warmth, grace our homes, and feed our souls. The following 10 rules for quilt teachers were the result of various discussions on the Quilt Teachers list. We were discussing proper attitude.

Espace de travail d'un courtepointier ou d'une courtepointière avec des chutes de tissu, du fil et des outils, suggérant un processus créatif en cours.

Folklore et superstitions de la courtepointe

La riche histoire de la courtepointe est entrelacée de folklore et de superstitions transmis de génération en génération. Ces croyances sont souvent liées à la chance, au mariage et au processus de création lui-même, ajoutant une couche de mystère à l’artisanat.

La section sur le « Quilting Superstition and Folklore » explore diverses croyances, comme le fait d’éviter de commencer une courtepointe un vendredi, la pratique de laisser une erreur intentionnelle (le « bloc Amish »), et les nombreuses superstitions entourant les courtepointes de mariage et les coffres de mariage. Elle aborde également le folklore controversé et largement infirmé concernant l’utilisation des courtepointes comme signaux sur le chemin de fer clandestin (Underground Railroad), offrant un clin d’œil à l’exactitude historique aux côtés des croyances plus fantaisistes.

Quilting Superstition and Folklore

Needleworking: « I knew an old lady who, if she had nearly completed a piece of needlework on a Thursday, would put it aside unfinished, and set a few stitches in her next undertaking, that she might not be obliged either to begin the new task on Friday or to remain idle for a day. » (1883) Quilting superstitions are closely tied to the creation of quilts and the final quilting. As with many other activities that started centuries ago and have been passed down the generations.

Just as with all of our many quilt and quilting patterns and techniques, they were passed down from one to another…a mother to her daughter, a grandmother to her granddaughters, by friends in a quilting bee and so on.

Quilting was often the one social time in the lives of women and such an important part of their lives. And as they quilted, they shared..stories and tales, things that had gone wrong or turned out wonderfully well based on what they believed to be the causes…and superstitions and folk lore about quilting began!

Superstitions regarding making quilts are tied to religion and other deep seated ideas about faith and faithfulness. A quilt should never be started on a Friday, as this day was “the devil’s day”, so any project started on a Friday was likely never to be finished.The only time one might quilt was on ‘Good Friday’ but only if one was making the quilt for reasons of faith.

There should be no quilting done on Sunday, as this is the day of rest for Christians. Strange penalties or punishments were then associated with this superstition. Any stitching done on this day needed to be ripped out with the sewer’s teeth only. (you see how things start? now how many times have you done this 😉

And associated with this, another superstition that reminds us that if we use our teeth to cut thread, they will rot and fall off. (well, that explains any of our missing teeth 😉

Another very well known superstitious custom associated to quilting is the idea that since only God can create perfection, quilts should include an intentional or purposeful mistake. The idea of the Amish block…where one deliberating tilts it the wrong way and so on.

Many superstitions have to do with brides and the making of a “hope chest” full carefully sewn linens for her future household . Family members would help the young girls and women to prepare a “bakers’ dozen” quilts. The last of these was the bridal quilt, which was not supposed to be started until the bride was engaged to be married.

The bridal quilt carried many superstitions surrounding its creation. For example, hearts should not be used as design elements in any of the other quilts in the hope chest, but could be stitched in the bridal quilt, to be used on the first wedding night.This ensured that all of young couple’s dreams would come true as they slept under it their very first night.

A girl who had no bridal quilt by the time she turned twenty-one, would never marry and therefore be a spinster or old maid. And to go along with this superstition if, a girl started a quilt for her hope chest and didn’t finish it, she would also never be married.

Furthermore, there should not be any breaks or disruptions in the patterns on a border. This would create bad luck for the marriage . And great care needed to be taken that when a bridal quilt included a border, should have no breaks in the design.So vines, flowers etc. must maintain their flow as one design all along and around the border..just as they desired in life and marriage.

The bridal quilt, started and pieced by the bride would then would quilted at a special bridal quilting bee with family and friends. And any as yet unmarried female should never do the finishing stitches on this quilt, for superstition has it that she should never be married.

Tossing the Cat

Then began the idea of « tossing the cat ». Once the wedding quilt was complete, the folklore directed that all of the unmarried girls in the party would hold the quilt by the edges and a cat would be thrown on the quilt. The closest girl to the spot where the cat would jump down would be the next to be married. The quilting version of tossing the bridal bouquet! Also, if the quilt were wrapped around an unmarried girl, she would be married within a year. Oh, all you quilters who wrap quilts around you now for your blog’s profile photos..did it work?

And young men did not escape quilting superstitions either!

When a young man reached the age of 21, he needed a ‘freedom quilt ». No longer under the domination of his parent, he was now considered an adult and free from his parents. The pattern for this quilt had to be very carefully chosen. Patterns like the “Wandering Foot” block pattern was deemed to be bad luck. If a young male was given a quilt made with this pattern, he would move away. Perhaps this was what caused the name of this block to be changed to “Turkey Tracks” and this way, the superstition could be avoided. Although men who behave badly are often considered to be turkeys 😉

« The Underground Railroad »

Not really superstition, but rather part of quilting folklore and a subject that has been argued by quilt historians is that of quilts being used as signals in the Underground Railroad. This myth was fueled by the publication of a book on the subject during the latter part of the twentieth century and has been debunked for the most part by quilt scholars and historians. It all began with an interview and a lot of misunderstandings. The article was published, the book was written and all this quilt folklore with its many ideas of certain colors or patterns used on quilts that were hung in clotheslines in “safe houses”as signals to runaway slaves was begun.

Experts have disapproved these stories with evidence of falsehood reporting. Sorry to say.

Les paroles de la chanson de Cathy Miller, « Follow the Stars », entrelacent de manière créative les noms traditionnels de blocs de courtepointe avec le folklore du chemin de fer clandestin (Underground Railroad), dépeignant les motifs comme des messages secrets guidant les esclaves vers la liberté. Il est important de noter qu’il s’agit d’une interprétation artistique basée sur le folklore, et non d’un fait historique, comme mentionné dans la section en prose.

Follow the Stars

Song by Cathy Miller on her « One Stitch At A Time » CD

Follow the stars to freedom Flying geese stay on the drunkard’s path and Follow the stars to freedom The quilts will tell you when to get your bag packed Follow the stars to freedom There are secrets hidden in plain view If you can see them, this train is for you And freedom’s waiting at the end of the track Follow, follow, follow the stars to freedom The monkey wrench turns the wagon wheel At the blacksmith’s word, the way is revealed Take the bear’s paw trail through the wilderness Through the Appalachian mountains, the underground express Soon you’ll be tasting a free man’s meal Follow, follow, follow the stars to freedom Danger! Don’t say it out loud Sew it in a pattern, or sing it in a crowd They’ll think you’re just making a joyful sound Till you follow, follow, follow the stars to freedom. The slave’s chains are double wedding rings Your mind and your body get free of those things The crossroads block means Cleveland’s docks Where Peg Leg Joe’ll open up the locks And sail you across to where the angels sing Follow, follow, follow the stars to freedom. (Author: Cathy Miller)

Courtepointe et connexion

Au-delà de l’expression individuelle et des rassemblements communautaires, les courtepointes servent de symboles tangibles de connexion, de confort et d’amour, souvent créées pour marquer des événements importants de la vie ou simplement pour apporter chaleur et sentiment d’être aimé. Ces poèmes sur la courtepointe explorent les liens émotionnels profonds incarnés dans les créations matelassées.

« Baby’s Quilt » de M. Robinson capture les sentiments tendres associés à la création d’une courtepointe pour un nouvel enfant, cousant espoirs et rêves dans chaque couture.

Baby’s Quilt

Author: M. (Marilyn) Robinson from the book, « P.S. I Love You ») The sun came up this morning

It’s promise sweet and long A new child shares this day with me The birds begin their songs. A special gift of squares and strips

Was sewn for baby’s cover The sparkling patches quite reflect Our feeling for each other. The beauty of the days ahead

Are sewn in every seam. I’ll wrap you up and hold you tight And anticipate the dream.

Un poème anonyme assimile l’amour lui-même à une courtepointe, soulignant les caractéristiques partagées comme le confort, la chaleur, la force et la durabilité.

Quilter’s Poem

(Author: unknown Love is a quilt – a quilt is love .

Both love and a quilt should be: Soft enough to comfort you, Bright enought to cheer you, Generous enough to enfold you, Light enough to let you move freely, Strong enough to withstand adversity, Durable enough to last a lifetime,

And given gladly, from the heart.

Une autre pièce anonyme utilise la métaphore d’une courtepointe patchwork pour décrire une famille, soulignant comment l’unicité individuelle (« Each piece an original ») est rassemblée par l’amour et la gentillesse.

Our FamilyOur family is like a patchwork quilt

With kindness gently sewn Each piece an origina

lWith beauty all its own

With threads of warmth and happiness

Its lightly stitched together

To last in love throughout the years

Our family is forever. (Author: unknown)

Un court vers anonyme renforce l’idée que les courtepointes sont des sources de confort et de mémoire, construites à partir de « Little bits of fabric » et apportant une chaleur à la fois physique et émotionnelle.

Little bits of fabric

Sewn into a quilt

Form a warm and loving blanket

From which memories are built.

And when you seek peace and comfort

In the quiet of the night

It will keep you warm and snug

Until the morning’s light.

« Just For You » de Kathy Sherlock est un poème réconfortant écrit du point de vue d’un courtepointier offrant une courtepointe à un enfant, l’encourageant à l’utiliser librement et créant une promesse d’amour et de création continus.

Just For You

by Kathy Sherlock This quilt is made of cloth and thread To place upon your little bed.

It’s not an heirloom just to keep, But to lie upon as you count sheep. Or perhaps the floor’s the perfect place For a Doll and Teddy picnic place.

This quilt can be anything you can dream From Superman’s cape to the robe of a queen. Pretend it’s a raft adrift at sea, Or just cuddle up when you watch TV

So use it up and wear it out. I promise I won’t yell or pout. Just tell me when its days are through, And I’ll make another one just for you.

Motif de courtepointe abstrait et coloré exposé sur un lit, présentant un mélange de tissus imprimés et unis dans un design dynamique.

Dictons et sagesse de la courtepointe

Au-delà de la poésie formelle, la communauté de la courtepointe a développé son propre langage et ses propres dictons, capturant souvent l’humour, le dévouement et la philosophie partagée des courtepointiers. Ces proverbes, bénédictions et remarques spirituelles offrent un aperçu de l’état d’esprit du courtepointier.

Cindy Thury Smith propose les « Quilt Teacher’s Ten Commandments », une liste humoristique mais perspicace de lignes directrices pour ceux qui enseignent l’artisanat, soulignant la patience, la clarté et une attitude de soutien envers les étudiants.

Quilt Teacher’s Ten Commandments

by Cindy Thury Smith 1999

1. Thou shalt not ridicule a student’s choice of fabrics nor their colors; a student’s taste should be reflected in their work.
2. Thou shalt not require excessive expenditures for a class; thou dost not know a student’s financial situation.
3. Thou shalt provide students with clearly written and illustrated handouts. Thou shalt be able to explain a construction step with more than one method (written, verbal, visual).
4. Thou shalt provide value for their money; at least one other variation of the quilt in addition to the standard design.
5. Thou shalt be on time, start on time and provide time for questions.
6. Thou shalt circulate amongst the students, checking progress, even if thy feet dost hurt.
7. Thou shalt find something positive to say about each student’s work. Thou shalt not have a “My way or the highway” frame of mind; creativity comes in many forms.
8. When a student makes a good suggestion, thou will announce it to the class and give credit where due.
9. Thou shalt allow some time after class to help anyone who sews at a more leisurely pace.
10. Thou shalt show numerous samples; and if thou dost not have numerous samples done, make suggestions for other applications of the pattern.

Une « Quilter’s Blessing » offre des vœux chaleureux spécifiques aux outils et processus de la courtepointe, souhaitant des lames affûtées, des coutures droites et des pointes parfaites.

A Quilter’s Blessing:

May your rotory cutter always be sharp, may your seams be straight and true. May your points be perfect, your blocks square and even, and may you always see well enough to thread your needles!

La collection de « Short Quilt Sayings » et « More Quilt Sayings » offre un aperçu rapide des blagues, philosophies et de la nature légèrement obsessionnelle partagées par les courtepointiers, couvrant des sujets allant des stocks et des projets inachevés à l’amitié et à la préférence pour la couture plutôt que les tâches ménagères.

Short Quilt Sayings

A family stitched together with love seldom unravels. A Quilt is a blanket of love. Blessed are the Quilters for they are the piecemakers. Friendships are sewn…one stitch at a time… Good friends are like quilts, they never lose their warmth. God put me on this earth to sew and finish a certain number of things. I am so far behind now…..I will never die!

Any day spent sewing, is a good day! Will work for FABRIC! Asking a quilter to mend, is like asking Picasso to paint your garage! Sewing forever, housework whenever! Sewing and crafts fill my day, not to mention the living room, bedroom, and closets. Hubby calls me his « sew & sew ». I think sew! Itching to be stitching. My husband is a human pincushion! Creative clutter is better than idle neatness. Good friends are like quilts. They age with you, yet never lose their warmth. Sew much fabric, sew little time! Friendship is sewn with love and measured by kindness. Constant use has not worn ragged, the fabric of their friendship. LOST: Husband, dog, and sewing machine. Reward offered for sewing machine! She who dies with the most fabric…..wins! « Fabricologist Resource Center »…..now does that sound more impressive than « fabric stash »? Sew on to success! » My husband lets me buy all the fabric I can hide! One yard of fabric, like one cookie, is never enough! My husband said if I were to buy any more fabric, he would leave me. I’m going to miss him!!! A quilt is something you make to keep someone you love…WARM! Anytime is stitchin’ time. Memories are stitched with love. In the crazy quilt of life, I’m glad you’re in my block of friends. Quilters never cut corners. I’m in therapy and SEWING is cheaper than a psychiatrist. Quilts are like friends – a great source of comfort. Behind every sewer is a huge pile of fabric. You’re SEW special! Buttons and patches and the cold wind blowing…the days pass quickly when I am sewing! Love is the thread that binds us. Quilts are like mom’s cooking – they both give comfort. Quilts connect the past with the present and the future. Quilting is sharing yourself with others. A quilt is a present you give yourself. To quilt is human, to finish divine. Quilt Fever. Scrap Happy. Just Sew It! Material Girl. Scraps Happen. Fabricoholic. Quilt till you wilt!. If life gives you scraps, make quilts. So many designs, so little time! So many fabrics, so little money! A stitch in time is right before the quilt show deadline. I only quilt on days that end in Y. It’s not just a stash: I am a hoarder/gatherer. A creative mess is better than idle neatness. A block a day keeps the shrink away. Quilters aren’t greedy, they’re just materialistic. A penny saved is a penny to spend on fabric. God, in Her infinite wisdom, does not deduct any time spent quilting from your allotted span.

And More Quilt Sayings!

• May your days be « pieceful »
• Do not run with scissors
• As ye ‘sew’, so shall ye rip
• Days stitched with love rarely unravel
• When life gives you scraps, make a quilt
• A stitch in time saves nine
• Memories are sewn together by friends
• You keep me in stitches
• Don’t snip it, if you can’t stitch it.
• If you feel a little « down », stuff it in a quilt.
• « A warm quilt makes for a far happier life »
• « On a cold winter night when others are counting sheep to get to sleep you count quiltz »
• « A quilt a day keeps colds away!
• « Two in a quilt are warmer than one in a bed »
• Life is quiltisentially about being together
• May your days always MEASURE up.
• Make the SCRAPS in your life beautiful.
• SHEARS to you.
• Memories are stitched with love.
• Love is the thread that binds us.
• A family stitched together with love, seldom unravels.
• May your bobbin always be full!
• Two threads are better than one.
• As ye Sew, sew Shall Ye Rip
• A day hemmed in prayer seldom unravels.
• Blessed are the piecemakers, for they shall quilt forever!
• In the crazy quilt of life, I am glad you are in my block of friends.
• From my hands to your heart!
• The soul is fed with needle and thread.
• May your sorrows be patched and your joys quilted.
• Count your blessings, stitch them one by one.

MORE Quilt Sayings Added in As I Find Them!:

Old quilters never die, they just go batts. Old Crafter’s never die, they just get more bazaar! Old quilters never die, they just go to pieces. Quilt ’til you wilt! Quilts are like friends – a great source of comfort. Quilters don’t do buttons Quilters never cut corners. Quilting forever…housework whenever! When life gives you scraps – make a quilt. Quilting is my passion (chocolate comes in a close second) Quilting with a friend will keep you in stitches. Our lives are like quilts – bits and pieces, joy and sorrow, stitched with love. Blessed are the children of the piecemakers . . for they shall inherit the quilts ! I am a quilter and my house is in pieces Those who sleep under a quilt, sleep under a blanket of love. May your sorrows be patched and your joys quilted.

Conclusion

Ces poèmes sur la courtepointe, dictons et extraits de folklore offrent un magnifique aperçu du monde de la courtepointe – un monde riche en histoire, en communauté, en créativité et en profonde connexion émotionnelle. Ils nous montrent que la courtepointe n’est pas seulement un artisanat ; c’est une manière de préserver des souvenirs, d’exprimer l’amour, de trouver de l’humour dans la vie quotidienne et de se connecter à un héritage d’aiguille et de fil. Chaque courtepointe, qu’elle soit simple ou complexe, raconte une histoire, cousue dans l’existence un morceau, une couture, une bordure à la fois. Par la poésie, nous pouvons apprécier les motifs complexes du tissu et de l’expérience humaine, trouvant chaleur et sens dans l’art partagé de la création.