Life has dealt me some wild cards lately, and it has clammed me up pretty tight. I'm still not feeling terribly articulate or interested in the blog. I have not read any blogs, and have answered very few emails, for several days now. But right now I have something to say.
A few weeks ago I told you about a stupendously wonderful yarn shop that I had stumbled upon, and that I felt like a schmuck for not having discovered it sooner. The reason is it is right in my town on Main Street, and it was run by two long-time friends of mine. I promised to get back there and take photos and tell you the full story and to introduce you to its proprietors.
I didn't make it in time.
More on the story here and here, and you can search around that website for more obits and stories. The article entitled, "Shocked," could have been written by me -- or rather, I could have been one of the interviewees and I would have said exactly the same words.
When I was there, Gwen told me that she had knit nights on Thursdays, and hoped I'd be coming regularly. I told her I couldn't wait, but that Thursdays were my longest days for work, and I had a class at the university that took me too late to make it, but as soon as classes were over, she could count on me being there. She was as excited as a little girl. My last class at the university was two weeks ago, and last Thursday I had another one of those all-night jobs, so I could not make it. Thursday of this week never came.
Gwen was a gifted fiber artist, and one of the most humble and beautiful people I've ever met. She and her husband were electricians, and they wired our home when we built it 20 years ago. Her taste in everything -- be it quilts, rugs, antiques -- was exquisite. A story told at the memorial today was that her first entry in a quilt show won 2nd prize. It is on display at the Shelburne Museum. I also know that she did quilt restoration for them.
There is much more to the story, but it's not something I will write in this forum. Suffice it to say, I hurt. I just got back from the memorial service, and it was lovely.
If you feel moved to send donations in Gwen's memory, please see the requests in the paper articles and the memorial pamphlet above. I never got the chance to show her the power of bloggy love while she was alive. Maybe we can do it posthumously.