Back in the day, a good friend of mine used to say she was making all her old theater t-shirts into a quilt. Into the Woods, Fiddler on the Roof, You Can’t Take It With You: all there, in warm and snuggly knit, ready for winter nights.
A few days ago, inspired by purchase of a new skateboard, I dug through my parents’ garage in search of the wristguards I got during a rollerblading phase. Among other things, I found the chain-cleaner for my bike; steel-toed boots; a metric tape measure; a small pink baby carriage; a black widow spider (I think); a couple of magnetic flashlights; and not one, but two pairs of the rollerblades themselves. I’d forgotten I had two pairs.
Eventually I found the wristguards. I’d also forgotten how scraped up they were.
I looked at the things spread around me. I looked at the rollerblades & the steel-toed boots; these are not things that last if they’re not used. It was surprisingly easy to send them off to the charitable organization that would be making the rounds the next week.
Before I remembered that the wristguards were in the garage, I made a briefer foray into the closet of my childhood-teenage-high-school bedroom. In one end were two boxes labelled “Clothes to sort.”
The morning after I dug up the wristguards, I opened the boxes.
Again, most of it was surprisingly easy to let go. Query: am I going to wear velvet floral leggings again? Answer: I most sincerely hope not. Let’s help things turn out that way, huh? But at the bottom of one box I found them: Fiddler on the Roof, Jesus Christ Superstar, Class of ‘95, and a red tank top that somehow always wound up on my best nights out.
I’m thinking of making a quilt.
3 comments:
Velvet floral leggings.
Wow.
Heck, we've all been there.
You know I still have that quilt. On my bed, I sleep with it every night except in summer if it's too hot.
It actually almost made its dramatic debut at the Public Theater here in NYC a few weeks ago, but that's a whole other story. I declined to allow it to travel and be pawed by dirty actors, but my roommate really wanted to use it in a scene.
You actually made it? Wow, I had no idea - that's cool. Although there would be something terribly - meta? po-mo? self-referential? I want some artsy word here - about a quilt about theatrical performances being used in yet one more theatrical performance. What would you have to do afterwards, add on a patch for a t-shirt from the show the quilt was in? I think so.
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