Back in the day when I had a job (and what a satisfying way to start a sentence that is) I had to wear a tie to work every day. I had nightmares of being choked by them. Eventually I threw off the yoke of a necktie by simply not wearing one. I extended my Casual Friday wardrobe to the entire week and my Fridays turned into One Step Above Slob Friday.
Even then, I would periodically have to show up at some event with something knotted around my neck. R man didn’t have to wear one to his job, but he loved to buy them for me. And I have to admit, a tableful of neckwear arranged tidily by Nordstrom or Saks or the like, is a lovely experience. They’re so pretty and jewel-like. By the time he died and I retired, I had quite a collection. Then I moved and in packing up I realized I was never going to wear a single one of them again.
And so I put an ad in Craigslist announcing I was looking for someone to make a quilt out of them for me. I got a surprising number of eager replies including one from the second place winner in quilting at the Marin County State Fair. That was good enough for me and so she came and scooped them up and went off to do her quilting magic.
Time went by, as it does, and she would send me messages about the progress. I would reply something along the lines of “That’s nice.” Then she popped up last night, quilt in hand.
It really is gorgeous, shimmering and with the individual squares of the cut up ties cleverly placed to cohabit esthetically with its neighbor.
I slept under it last night, of course, and was surprised at its texture. I had vaguely thought it would be supple and, well, silky, but I had forgotten ties have to be made with a heavy silk with lots of body so that the knot will be nice and substantial. That means the quilt itself is stiffer than I had imagined, but not at all uncomfortable. It has a flannel backing so it’s very warm. Snuggy.
I had considered saving one tie in case of funerals, but should that sad obligation arise, I can always nip into any thrift store and have my pick them for a couple of bucks. Or I might return to Nordstrom’s and those shining reefs of sartorial splendor.