Late morning on Weds I visited Leo Tolstoy's city house.
( author of War and Peace, Anna Karenina,
etc.)
Last Station, with Christopher Plummer, Helen Mirren and James McAvoy:
Late morning on Weds I visited Leo Tolstoy's city house.
( author of War and Peace, Anna Karenina,
etc.)
Today I am halfway through my trip
to Rome and
Russia, after spending 3 days in
Italy, and 3 days in
Moscow.
Both the
Italian quilters and the
Russian quilters have gone out of their way to make me feel very welcome.
Sunday I gave a power point presentation at a quilt exhibition in
Moscow, to a full house with standing room only. The
Russian quilters were rapt with attention as I showed images of quilts from
Colorado, Houston, Tokyo,
Melbourne,
Ireland
and England. Then I photographed their quilts and their fashion show, and
promised to add some of those images to my presentation for next time, along
with the
Italian quilts I saw a couple days earlier.
I've been treated to
Georgian and Ukrainian
cuisine while visiting Moscow, and yesterday my hosts drove me out to an ancient monastery complex
outside of Moscow, where I was able to visit one of the most sacred sites in
Russia.
Today was a day I will never forget. I photographed the lake is
said to have inspired Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, and paid my
respects at cellist
Rostropovich's grave. I visited the churches and museums of The Kremlin –
was totally blown away by the costume and textile exhibit there – and then
viewed the gorgeous interior medieval frescoes and multiple rooftop golden
cupolas of the Kremlin's Cathedral
Square. Truly, I have never seen anything like this. The riches boggle the
brain.
Then this evening I was driven out of town again to a dinner in a
private home. I was given a private
concert of Russian classical pieces, by an 86 year old UNESCO Gold Medal
Laureate pianist. (and holocaust survivor) They handed me a bunch of fragrant
white flowers, sat me in a chair next to his white baby grand, and he played
several pieces for me. Wow!
Then we had an amazing spread of homemade Ukrainian specialty foods,
served on a lace tablecloth, with an autumn centerpiece. Then my hostess (who
owns a quilt shop) brought out her collection of 18th century chatelaines.
This was a day that I will never forget.
And… it all came from
a mutual love of quilting.
If I am lucky I'll get 4 hours of sleep
tonight – then I'll have another day and evening of sightseeing and quilting
camaraderie. I am being taken to a textile museum which is closed for
renovation, but we have an appointment for a private showing of the collections
tomorrow afternoon.
Thursday I take a train to St Petersburg, where I'll
fulfill my dream of seeing the Hermitage in person.
Be sure to check my blog for daily updates
(please be patient if I fall behind for a couple days!) and of course there will
be plenty of photos to follow.
Many thanks to my hosts in
Moscow, and all my new quilting friends in Russia!
* This is a closeup of the
multicolored and faceted cupolas of St Basil's Cathedral in Red Square, Moscow.
Doesn't look like it was inspired by a quilt design?
After dinner we went back to my hotel via the famous Metro which is deep
underground and decorated with gold and marble and glass mosaics murals. That
was on my list of things to see, so I was glad to check that one off on the
first day out in Moscow!
Since I was the speaker, I didn't feel like I should get at the
back of the
line, so I skipped to the front of the line. There was a young
lady waiting
behind the gate watching for me, so I slipped inside before the
suits could
protest… much.
We had a full room with people standing
in the back. Everyone seemed to
really appreciate the depth of quilting
talent that was shown, from several
quilt festivals worldwide.
Toward
the end as we left, we heard there was a demonstration blocking a
road
nearby. Later at my hotel I heard and saw a low-flying helicopter, and
wondered if it was related to the demonstrations. It was. There was a huge
anti-American demonstration near the Embassy all afternoon – we avoided the
area and I don't have any more information on what happened yet. Our friends
at the Embassy chose to stay inside the compound for the rest of the day
instead of going home.
I had lunch with a Venetian photographer and
his wife. They live on Lido Island and he is known for his atmospheric photos of
Carnivale. We talked about me perhaps coming to Venice Carnivale in Feb 2014 and
they offered to help me get into some private costume parties. Now wouldn't that
be amazing?! I would go in costume, with my camera.
I walked back along the river, then
caught a taxi to the hotel to meet
my host Susan Fiorentino. We had to drive
the long way to get out of the city, due to the demonstrations. We saw a lot of
police but never saw the demonstration.
Anyway, she picked me up at 5:45, we
got to the restaurant at 7 pm, everyone
else showed up at 8 pm, we ate at 9
pm, there was a chaotic show and tell of
quilts at 10 pm, and after many
good-byes we left at 10:45 pm, and got to the hotel at 11:30 pm. A good time was
had by all. I had my first stuffed zucchini flower! Norah McMeeking and her
husband sat next to me and we traded travel stories.
Over my short trip
to Rome, there were several enthusiastic eQuilter customers who came to meet me
at all the events. One lady even cried, she was so excited to meet me. I got a
little teary too – it is so amazing that I can travel so far and find new
friends who feel so close to me – I feel honored to have friends like this
around the world – thanks to quilting!
Now I am packing, going to bed,
and checking out at 7 am for my flight to
Moscow tomorrow. (Saturday)

My taxi ride into town Weds went past so many famous landmarks – I
immediately had the sense that I was really in Bella Roma. It included
driving past the Forum and the "Wedding Cake" building, then the Piazza
Venezia where I checked to see if there really is still a policeman on a
pedastal directing traffic with his white gloves. (As in Woody Allen's movie
"To Rome With Love") Yes, he was there!
Then I checked into the
tiniest hotel room I've ever seen in my life. It was
so tiny that the twin
bed was shoved up against the wall, and my knees
touched the wall when I sat
on the bidet.
This morning I did go to the Cappuccini Convent & Ossuary Crypt on Via Veneto that has the
underground vaults full of bones. They are artfully arranged in different
subterranean
rooms – the skull room, the pelvis room, etc. They were
arranged by a
creative monk. Marquis de Sade commented, when he visited,
that he was glad
they left the windows open. No photos allowed inside. There
was a museum
full of artifacts, and it was clear that when all the
monastery's land was
expropriated for the Via Veneto area ( now full of
high-end shopping and
hotels, and embassies) they never got over that loss.
The friary was razed
to make way for a government office.
Also went to
the Palazzo Barberini which is full of art, and got to see some
famous
Caravaggio paintings there. It is right off the Piazza Barberini,
built by
the Barberini family long ago. The photo above is of the staircase – or I should say ONE of the grand staircases – in this Palazzo.
When I came back, I was moved from my
teeny tiny room with no windows (only
a little skylight) to a beautiful big
room with a tub, sliding patio doors
and even a balcony with a patio table
and umbrella. Yeah!
The room however smells like the remnants of a
thousand Italian men's
cologne who have stayed here over the years. You
probably wouldn't even
notice it, but well… I have an incredibly
sensitive nose. It's not a totally
unpleasant smell, but I wondered if I would reek of 1000
men's colognes when I
left to go to the reception at the embassy.
The reception Thursday afternoon went well. My short looping presentation on "Quilts in
America" was
enthusiastically received. You can't bring any camera or even
iPhone into
the embassy because of the strict security, so I don't have any
photos yet.
There was an official photographer and I am supposed to get
those
photos.
I came back to my room around 6 pm and fell into a jetlag coma. Friday morning
is the big
presentation. It was really interesting to go past all the
security and go
into the embassy. I wasn't able to take a tour around the
facilities – they
wanted us to just stay in the reception area.
Bella Roma… so lovely and so fascinating to be
among so much beautiful
history with every step. I always think of the movie
"Roman Holiday" when I
am here.
Ciao!
Share Post:I have met more wonderful people who've become
wonderful friends in the
quilting world, than any other group of people I've encountered.
And
you know what? No matter where I go, I meet quilters
and fabric-lovers, and we are instantly
friends because we share this love of sewing and creating.
I am just
about to fly
across the Atlantic Ocean to meet a bunch of quilter friends, who I don't
know yet! But you know what? I know when I meet them, we'll sit down and start
talking and it will be like we've known each other for ages.
Today I was
giggling as I thought about this, because it reminds me of the Loyal Order of
Water Buffaloes on the Flintstones. Remember
that TV cartoon? Except we are more of a sorority than a fraternity, and we wear
tiaras instead of Viking hats with horns. (yes, we let boys into our sorority
too!) We have our special secret jargon (fat quarters, frog stitch, walking
foot, etc.) and our regular guild meetings.
Unfortunately every guild
has a Pearl
Slaghoople, but we mostly try to ignore her monologues about rules, so we
can get on with our sewing and our friendships. Oh yeah, and our appreciation of
each other's stashes!
Many years ago on my first
visit to Rome, the seeds were planted for a new quilting friendship. This
week our blossoming friendship will bear fruit, when Susan Fiorentino's curated
exhibition opens to the staff and visiting dignitaries at the US Embassy in
Rome. eQuilter is a supporter of this exhibit, and in addition I will be giving
a presentation there on Friday, reviewing all the international quilt
exhibitions that I have photographed in the last year.
Next Sunday I will
give the same presentation at the Moscow
Quilt Festival, and new seeds of friendship will be sown… or is that sewn?
*giggle*
*
This eye-popping quilt was made by Larene Smith of Mission Viejo California, and
was photographed at the Irish Quilt Festival in June 2012.