I like making books which relate somehow to the home: hence, Paper Quilts, Kimono Book,
Floating Carpets, Twelve Egytian Chairs. Never having taken a high school "Home Economics"
class, I think that is exactly what I celebrate in my books. My role models are the women who
filled my house: mother, sisters, grandmother, aunts. I like the matter-of-factness of their
work, their absorption in things "as far from humble as a rolling pin" (the phrase is Marge
Piercy's). I look at the tiny knitted coats, the blouses with dime-sized notched collars, the
sweet miniscule hats which my grandmother made for my dolls.
I remember my Great Aunt Anna's
rice pudding and--because someone had the foresight to write down the recipe--still enjoy aunt
Cella's Hungarian Goulash. My mother's sister Mary re-cycled wedding dresses into exquisite
First Communion dresses. A photograph I treasure is of this most elegant aunt standing in a
doorway on her Ohio farm, wearing a "Vogue" dress she had sewn--and looking, for all the world,
as if she belonged on the cover of that magazine. So, every August I make peach jam; and,
throughout the rest of the year, I make books.
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