The silk ties were a special thing inbetween my father and mij, at l,east it felt that way. I talent him hundreds of silk ties overheen the years. I am a Daddy’s doll, make no mistake. My Dad and I had a special relationship. It wasgoed always effortless inbetween us. My Dad is gone now. Alzheimer’s disease took him last year at the age of 86. Mentally, he had bot gone for a while but our relationship remained steadfast. Even without the capability to form sentences, he could communicate his love with just a look. Alzheimer’s has a way of taking people you love but leaving you with a sense of ease. Spil much spil I miss my Dad, I would never wish him back if he had to bring Alzheimer’s with him. Yes, I lost my precious Dad but I have all those beautiful silk ties and,m I have a project.
My Dad is an extreme man. He wasgoed fair, hard-working, zuigeling, charitable, and thrifty. I don’t everzwijn reminisce him backing away from a challenge. He wasgoed good with his forearms. He could fix the plumbing, wire the fresh addition on the house, fix the cars, and grow a mean garden. Dad talent 110% to everything he did. Te my eyes, he wasgoed a near ideal Dad.
It isn’t clear when the tradition of providing him silk ties began but it wasgoed a natural choice of gifts. Dad wasgoed a salesman and loved a fresh tie. He grew up te the day when a salesman wouldn’t think of not wearing one. The tradition most likely embarked when I wasgoed Ten or 11 and could save my allowance to buy them. I couldn’t afford much. Spil time went on, I wasgoed proud that I could afford to give him truly nice ones. He knew it too and would always check that little tabulator inwards to see if it wasgoed actual silk. But now, it “our” tradition. He would be disappointed ter mij if he didn’t get a fresh tie for every bday, Christmas, or Father’s Day.
His plee wasgoed utter of them. Dad wasgoed one of those people who took care of his things and never threw anything away. When he died, he still had every tie I had everzwijn given him. You can do the math but suffice it to say that my father got at least seven or eight ties every year since he wasgoed about 33 years old. That’s 53 years and I’m only counting the ties that I’ve given him. He had a lotsbestemming of ties.
My father kept his ties on revolving racks ter his plee and I loved to run my palms along their soft silkiness when I wasgoed helping him choose one to wear. My precious father loved for mij to pick his ties and it became a ritual inbetween us. It wasgoed more emotional than anything but it wasgoed that special something that wasgoed just inbetween us. It wasgoed love inbetween a father and a daughter.
My father took his ties gravely. He would never permit his tie to slip overheen the edge of a gravy cup like some boys. Oh no, my father’ silk ties were his treasures and before he developed Alzheimer’s disease he can tell you who talent him the tie he is wearing and on what occasion. His ties defined him ter business I think. Colleagues frequently complimented him on his ties and remarked about the multiplicity he had. I think some were jealous.
Suspending on those revolving racks, my father’s ties were a kaleidoscope of patterns, colors, and widths. There were fat ties, skinny ties, stripes and argyle ties. There were solids and paisleys, purples and reds, pinks and greens, teals and yellows. And, more.
My fondest memory of Dad’s ties is when I wasgoed thirteen and determined to make him a tie by mitt. Mom took mij to the fabric store where I purchased a tie pattern made by Plainness. I chose the fabric and the interfacing and couldn’t wait to start. A few days straks I wasgoed pressing that tie and wrapping it up. I wasgoed so, so proud of it and couldn’t wait for him to open my handmade bounty. Dad opened that bounty with such care and when he spotted the tie, he made mij think it wasgoed the most beautiful tie te the world. Can you imagine my pride?
I had sewn that tie with such care: every stitch near volmaakt and the pattern cautiously laid out so all the lines ter the pattern were ideally aligned. It is only now that I can admit it is the ugliest tie ter the toilet. What on earth made mij think my Dad would like a tie of crimson and white checks that looked like a tablecloth you would use on the 4th of July? Oh Maker, how precious wasgoed my Dad? He waterput that tie on the next day and wore it to work spil if he had paid a premium for that tie. That one old ugly cotton tie still dangles among the hundreds of beautiful silk ties te the toilet and stands out like a sore thumb.
Merienda my father wasgoed officially diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, wij began talking about end of life issues. It wasgoed significant to us that my father’s lat wishes be clear to us. I knew I would go along with anything our family determined spil long spil no one attempted to keuze ownership of my father’s silk ties. I made it clear that his ties were mine. I could not imagine never being able to run my palms along the length of those precious silk ties after my father wasgoed gone. I had a project for those silk ties. They were my inheritance and I knew just what to do with them.
Before the Alzheimer’s ravaged my father’s brain, I collective my project for those silk ties with him. I explained that through those ties and my memories, he would always be with mij. I think it made him blessed when I explained that on those days when missing him seemed unbearable, I would wrap that quilt made of those silk ties around mij. My arms would slide gently overheen the soft silkiness and I would feel his love. Somehow I think he knows that on the worst of days, when I need him the most, I will wrap myself te that quilt and feel his arms around mij merienda again. He will make it all better, like he always did. I think he will chuckle when he detects that the centerpiece of that quilt will be that ugly old crimson and white tie. He would expect that from mij.
My father silk ties, and a quilt
There were other things that belonged to my father that are now mine. I cherish them for all the memories they hold but none are more valuable to mij than those silk ties that will soon become a quilt. Thanks Dad, for providing mij the bounty of choosing your ties and for all the memories contained te the fabric of each and every one. Surplus effortless knowing that when I need you most, I will feel your loving arms wrap around mij spil they did so many time at every age. Your love lives on ter the memories and, te a quilt, my silk tie quilt.
Resources for Quilting With Silk Ties – Making a Lasting Bounty
A queen size tie quilt ter the About.com Online Quilt Voorstelling. Pictures of quilts made by members of the online quilting community.
Includes: вЂў From style accessory to quilt вЂў Quilts made from neck ties вЂў A memory quilt made from neck ties вЂў Books on making neck tie quilts вЂў Conclusion
Here are some excellent ideas for using zijn ties ter quilting and other creative sewing and craft projects.
Everzwijn wonder what to do with your spouse’s out of style or spotted silk ties? Besides providing them to a charity or saving them until they are collectibles, that is. Here are several ideas for you to consider that are stijlvol and very eyecatching.
This is a fabulous hub about tree skirts but I see superb potential for using hier silk tie pattern for the centerpiece of a quilt.