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hwpFor as long as I can remember, my grandmother and her friends have been a part of a quilting bee.
I remember sitting under the quilt frame pretending that I was surrounded by a forest of friendly trees
and that their stitches were messages from giants written across the sky.
I used to spend my summers with my grandmother and my great-aunt, who lived in Grasse, California.
My mother would dump me there when she took off with her latest boyfriend.
My parents marriage didnt last very long.
They said they didnt love each other any more.
Or maybe they were just afraid that their relationship had become just like everyone elses.
They eventually parted as friends.
And I eventually stopped thinking it was all my fault.
The truth is its no ones fault.
Sometimes love simply dies.
At this moment in time, Im working on my third,
and I hope final, attempt at my masters thesis.
Whenever Im about to finish, I decide to switch topics.
I cant help it.
It seems the more I know about something, well, the less I wanna know about it.
On top of that, my sweetheart Sam is taking our home apart and putting it back together in some mysterious new form.
Ive decided to go away for the summer.
This makes Sam nervous.
He thinks Im leaving because last night he proposed to me.
Sams great, and I really love him.
And Im . This is not an unreasonable age to get married.
Especially if youve found your possible soul mate.
But how do you merge into this thing called couple, and still keep a little room for yourself?
And how do we even know were only supposed to be with one person for the rest of our lives?
The day Sam drove me to my Great Aunt Gladys house, the Grasse quilting bee was there setting up to make a new quilt.
Theyve always met here at Aunt Gladys.
My grandmother moved in after shed lost her husband.
They have been fighting ever since.
Everyone defers to Anna, who is the master quilter.
She used to work for my Aunt Glady, but these days it seems theyre all working for her.
My least favorite is Sophie.
When I was a little girl, she always made me cry.
And then theres Em, whos married to an artist, and for some reason, that makes everyone feel sorry for her.
I always idolized Annas daughter, Mariana.
She had lived in Paris which made her very mysterious to me when I was a kid.
She taught me French, made cafe au laits.
And the year I got my period, she gave me a glass of red wine.
-Sam, Im so happy to see you. Come, lets move some furniture together.
-Shouldnt you be using a computer?
-No, I dont trust computers. They lose things.
-Not if you know what youre doing.
-Sophie.
-What?
-I made you a tape. All the songs I wrote in the title.
-Thanks.
-Are you gonna be OK with this?
-Yeah, Im fine. I got a lot to do, so bye.
-So youll come pick me up in September?
-Maybe, maybe not.
-Youd letter.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-The challenge with a quilt like this is each of these squares are made by different hands.
So I have to bring all these different squares together and balance them in harmonious... design.
First, we have to find a theme.
Now for this particular quilt, the theme is Where love resides.
-You put too much sugar in the ice tea.
-I did not. Its got like a tea spoon and half in it.
-In a whole cup, I can taste it.
-Give it a rest, will you?
-Bicker, bicker, bicker, make a gal age quicker.
-So what youre saying is that by harmonizing all these different elements,
youre creating kind of continuity in the piece?
-No, what Im saying is I dont want to end up with some damn ugly quilt.
-Sweetie. Explain to us again what kind of a book this is youre writing.
-Well, its not a book. Its a thesis.
Looking at womans handy work in various tribal cultures,
and Im showing that how making a basket or a blanket or a digging stick or whatever.
Its all done with a sense of ritual.
-I thought you were writing about the Victorians.
-No, that was a different thesis.
-What happened to that one?
-I just became more interested in this subject.
-You didnt finish it.
-No.
-Well, why not?
-Chill, Sophie.
-By the way, I spotted a fellow for Anna.
-Does anybody know Frank Ipsy who comes by here with the eggs?
-Glady. Frank has a cancer.
-So you got me a sick one, too.
-Finn, when are you gonna start having babies?
-My god! I dont know.
-Are you using protection?
-Sophie!
-Oh, Sophie. Leave my grandniece alone.
-So this quilt this youre working on. Is this something youre making for this state fair?
-Its your wedding quilt, honey.
-Oh!
"Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride."
-Grandma, do you mind if I put on some music?
-Hell no.
-Hey, Finn.
-Hey, Constance.
-Sorry, Im late.
-Quite all right.
-You want to smoke?
-No, I dont think Id better.
-What the hell, if I knew where love resides.
-Well, I dont understand why your mother divorced your father and stayed friends with him.
If you still love each other, why dont you just stay married?
-Well, some people like to get a new car every other year.
-Uhhh... look what you did.
-Now wer
