Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Bed-Quilt
BED-QUILT, n. The exterior covering of a bed. Sometimes called charity.
2008 Update: A comforter with which we celebrate the simple past, under which we may hide from an indecipherable future.
Your update is actually perfect. (Except a comforter is not a quilt. Just sayin'. If a piece is quilted, it's a quilt. If it is not actually quilted, then it is a duvet, a comforter, or a blanket. Maybe just a bedspread.)
A quilt is "something out of nothing." My daughters buy material and make beautiful quilts, but my birth family made quilts from whatever material they had. I have at least four comforter tops which have been pieced and are ready to quilt, all made by my female family (now dead). I recognize blouses that I once owned, old suits, curtains that once hung in my sister's house, in those unquilted tops. Like that.
For my Okie great-grandmother, quilts were a badge of shame, something one had to make do with in the Depression because one couldn't afford blankets. Once her son made it big in real estate, she refused ever to have a quilt in the house again.
QUILT, n. Security blanket (TLP notwithstanding) for wealthy parishioners.
Members of a church I once attended sent a bundle of quilts to the poorest of the poor in Guatemala. Given the heat and humidity of Guatemala, the practicality of the gesture seemed slightly iffy to this amoeba. But then we learned that the founder of the organization, a Mainer, had died young in a road accident. Fortunately, I read that her organization is still going strong.
Thanks, OC. I remember Samantha Smith. Once rode the same airplane with her to Auguster. Bouncy thing only had 7 seats and the wind whistled thru the back door thru which I had followed her onto that craft.
My only daughter is about the same age as Sammie Smith was when the plane crashed. She made 2 quilts this year but used a Bernina instead of doing it the Amish way. When I suggested she put one on eBay to sell to rich society ladies in Manhattan, she was quite offended. Guess I won't ever get all those t-shirts done now.
bernina = what the amish and mennonite use to stitch their quilts. biggest dealer in the country is a mennonite man from lancaster county. a thing to see, really. his store, not the sewing thingie.
My Sweetie has a bed quilt made with love by his Icelandic Mama, with scraps from his childhood shirts, pants, and other items of clothing from his past... it lays now on our bed most of the time. I wish I could sew.
18 comments:
First. And I've made quilts, so this is fair.
Your update is actually perfect. (Except a comforter is not a quilt. Just sayin'. If a piece is quilted, it's a quilt. If it is not actually quilted, then it is a duvet, a comforter, or a blanket. Maybe just a bedspread.)
A quilt is "something out of nothing." My daughters buy material and make beautiful quilts, but my birth family made quilts from whatever material they had. I have at least four comforter tops which have been pieced and are ready to quilt, all made by my female family (now dead). I recognize blouses that I once owned, old suits, curtains that once hung in my sister's house, in those unquilted tops. Like that.
what keeps bed-bugs snug
ogagl: oh, i'm gagging
For my Okie great-grandmother, quilts were a badge of shame, something one had to make do with in the Depression because one couldn't afford blankets. Once her son made it big in real estate, she refused ever to have a quilt in the house again.
QUILT, n. Security blanket (TLP notwithstanding) for wealthy parishioners.
Members of a church I once attended sent a bundle of quilts to the poorest of the poor in Guatemala. Given the heat and humidity of Guatemala, the practicality of the gesture seemed slightly iffy to this amoeba. But then we learned that the founder of the organization, a Mainer, had died young in a road accident. Fortunately, I read that her organization is still going strong.
Bed-Quilt: Similar in ingredients to a Rag-Rug but much prettier (huh, tlp?).
Bed-Quilt: Our Sunday school class makes them for the newborn babies whose mothers are very poor.
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=quilt
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Bed-quilt, hides the wrinkles of your sheet.
Thanks, OC. I remember Samantha Smith. Once rode the same airplane with her to Auguster. Bouncy thing only had 7 seats and the wind whistled thru the back door thru which I had followed her onto that craft.
My only daughter is about the same age as Sammie Smith was when the plane crashed. She made 2 quilts this year but used a Bernina instead of doing it the Amish way. When I suggested she put one on eBay to sell to rich society ladies in Manhattan, she was quite offended. Guess I won't ever get all those t-shirts done now.
oops.. meant to include that Sam Smith also founded a similar charitable organization.
Sure keeps us warmer than a blanket of snow.
A wonderful update. I'm at loss for anything better.
simple fabric sown with love......
So, TLP, my definition is perfect except that it is wrong? Good day!
Karma, couldn't a cat do the same?
Weirsdo, you don't find principled people like that anymore.
Amoeba, is everyone who dies young wise?
Jim, good for your Church. Way better than writing them poetry.
Ariel, I'm surprised more people don't wear quilted hats, then.
Actonbell, I wonder if they hide radios in the quilts. Or disco balls.
OK, Sauerkraut, but what is a bermina?
Drier too, I hope, Icy.
Good reason to hide under the blankets, Cooper.
Thanks, Anonymous, and welcome.
Yep. Good times.
(You did the best you could.)
bernina = what the amish and mennonite use to stitch their quilts. biggest dealer in the country is a mennonite man from lancaster county. a thing to see, really. his store, not the sewing thingie.
My Sweetie has a bed quilt made with love by his Icelandic Mama, with scraps from his childhood shirts, pants, and other items of clothing from his past... it lays now on our bed most of the time. I wish I could sew.
Dammit, I am NOT anonymous. This is just blogspot's new way of torturing me.
Thanks, TLP. The nice thing about a blog is your best is always good enough.
Sauerkraut, I'm a smarter man today, thanks to you.
Terry, I suspect sewing is for women what fence-building is for cowboys: a skill you can spend sweet moments wishing for or hard hours practicing.
Quilly, I think that's been happening lately. Sorry I didn't recognize you from the use of "love" in a sentence.
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