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Laura Stark and Carol Kain meet Eleanor Burns, quilting great. |
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Bohemian Rhapsody by Ricky Tims. |
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Laura Stark and Ricky Tims at Sew Expo, Puyallup, WA. |
Sometimes sweet . . . Sometimes tart . . . Always a slice of life.
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Laura Stark and Carol Kain meet Eleanor Burns, quilting great. |
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Bohemian Rhapsody by Ricky Tims. |
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Laura Stark and Ricky Tims at Sew Expo, Puyallup, WA. |
Forty three shops, two ferry rides, and an overnight stay in Marysville later, my friend Carol and I can say that this year’s quilt shop hop was a success.
Our favorite purchase practically jumped into my arms. I wasn’t looking for it. It found me. On my way to another room, I glanced over and a cheerful yellow, blue, and red quilt in kitchen prints winked at me. Appliquéd blocks featuring canning pots, a colander filled with berries, and spoons surrounded by a scalloped edge made me grin like a fool, but the name, “We Be Jammin’” cinched it. I snatched up two quilt kits and hurried to Carol who had the same “love at first sight” reaction.
Why would two supposedly grown women react this way? Last summer was berry summer for us. Berries were following us everywhere—berry fabric, and real berries at the farmer’s market, grocery stores and farm stands. Finally, Carol asked me, “Have you ever made jam?”
I very confidently responded, “Oh yeah,” as if I’d made jam since I could reach a counter. I’d made jam once, one time, about ten or twelve years before.
At the Spooner Farm’s stand, we bought flats of gorgeous strawberries. They smelled so good we were swooning. Too many to count never made it into the jam. We got right down to business mashing, adding sugar, and stirring, admiring that deep, almost magenta red color. We sang like we were Jamaicans, “We be jamming,’ we be jammin’” as it bubbled. Things were going great.
That’s when the smoke detector went off, the first time. I grabbed a remote and pointed it at the detector. It stopped its ear-shattering shriek. Carol kept stirring. I dug a box fan out of the garage, opened windows, and the sliding glass door.
Then it went off again. This time the remote wouldn’t turn it off. None of the remotes in the house would. Funny, there was no mention of smoke detectors in the jam recipe. Carol kept stirring.
The smoke detector in my open beamed kitchen is about 14 feet up. Luckily, my husband had left the ladder on the deck after cleaning rain gutters. I very officially hauled it into the house.
Naturally at this point, the jam was ready. Carol looked anxiously at me, but I was wrestling with the ladder, so she was on her own. I knew that even with the ladder, I wouldn’t be able to reach that stupid, screaming smoke detector. I wrenched the ladder open and was heading up it with a broom. Just as I was winding up to swing and knock the insistent detector off the wall, shockingly, it stopped.
I looked over at Carol, and we both started laughing. During the crisis, she’d started filling the jars with the most delicious strawberry jam ever.
When we’re each making our “We Be Jammin’” quilts, I think we be addin’ a smoke detector, a box fan, a ladder and a broom to the quilt back.
Laura Keolanui Stark, Carol Kain, and their families are still enjoying homemade jam. Laura can be reached at lkstark@yahoo.com. (Originally published in The Herald, www.puyallupherald.com on 7/15/09.)
If you’re not a quilter, you probably don’t know about the 11th Annual Western Washington Shop Hop. From June 24 through the 28th quilters will be touring the western part of our state from Lynden up north near the Canadian border all the way down south to Longview at the Oregon border. We’ll be riding in cars, busses, and ferries packing supplies of chocolate and coffee, armed with cash and credit cards on a mission!
The mission is to go to as many independently owned quilt shops as possible and collect the free quilt blocks that each shop designs and gives to participants. The way to accomplish this is as varied as each quilter who embarks on the journey. Some plan everything down to the last thread hitting every shop, others approach it so casually they only gather enough blocks to make a wall hanging.
I’m somewhere in between. I like to plan which shops to visit and also get a feel for what the shop is like once I’m there. I like to shop and take advantage of the almost overwhelming choices offered in 58 different shops.
I’ve shop hopped solo, and with a reluctant husband. I’ve dragged even more reluctant kids and their friends along. I’ve also gone with my parents and fellow quilters. Solo is hard because then you have to be your own navigator and there’s no one to bounce ideas off of. Initially my husband didn’t think he’d like it. But, once he figured out how things worked, he became a pro at getting his passport stamped. I also think he secretly enjoyed the good-natured ribbing/attention that he got as one of the few husbands on tour.
With the kids, I quieted their groaning with bribes of fast food lunches and assigned them things to look for in quilt shops, like fabric with chocolate candy on it. I managed to work in some
You non-quilters may ask how many of the shop hop quilts I’ve completed. My answer is one, and this year I’ll go on my sixth shop hop. Yes, I know, save your scolding. You see, for me the shop hop isn’t just about getting a “free quilt.” It’s about exploring territory beyond my current quilting abilities and beyond
Laura Keolanui Stark is on the road or in a quilt shop somewhere in