It will never be over for me

When I started dropping the patches back in February the second wave of Covid was howling around the UK.  As an embroider in a global pandemic I thought there was very little I could do to make a difference.  I was inspired by hearing Betsy Greer in conversation with Craftspace’s Deirdre Figueiredo.  It started as an incidental ‘small’ thing to do that I didn’t really expect to go anywhere.

Nearly a 100 patches later and it has easily been a significant and extremely moving episode in my practice.  They have been left in all sorts of places ranging from hospital entrances, bus and tram stops, parks, canal towpaths, graveyards and bridges over motorways.  My criteria were
Am I passing that way anyway?
Might someone need comfort in the spot?

The exception on the drops were the two in separate ITU units where that I managed to get someone else to drop them for me (thanks Nicky and Liz).

Some patches were gone in minutes (Harborne High St and Kniver Edge); Others were days (outside my house, bottom of Third Avenue)

I didn’t expect anyone to contact me, but sometimes they did when they had seen them, often to say ‘Great idea but I don’t need it so I left it’.  I only had one message from a direct recipient who said it had made her day. 

I also did private drops for friends and family; they might have been bereaved, isolated, or going through a hard time.  I did callouts on Instagram to give a patch away with the one rule that they had to give them away in turn, but because no good deed should go unpunished, I would always put an extra one in.  Some people explained in moving detail who the patch was for and sent pictures

This was a very different kind of project for me and it was extremely extremely rewarding.  If you are reading this and are struggling and would appreciate a patch the message me on Instagram.  If I have any left you will be welcome to one

And of course…..

Stay Safe, Stay Strong

The Covid Quilts: Part 2

We all know that the last 6 months have been tough.  I am married to a front line NHS worker so we had been following the growth of this illness for some time.  It was clear that things were going to be bad from mid February.  I had read stories of what was happening in the hospitals of Northern Italy and could see it was only a matter of time before it was over here.  Nicky was battling with getting decent PPE and the right to wear it on wards with coughing patients still waiting for a diagnosis taking days to come through.

I was still teaching at Hereford College of Arts.  The last day before lockdown, as I walked to the station I overheard two students behind me talking; they talked about how they wouldn’t mind getting ‘IT’ because they could do with ‘a bit of a skive’.  I was so angry I couldn’t turn to look at them.  They were young and naïve but I thought of the older people in their lives and how they might be affected by the illness.

Nicky led from the front and was one of the first of her team to dress up like an astronaut and go onto ITU. She works in cardiology and Covid does horrible things to your heart; echocardiograms were in high demand.  The first time she went up there she said it was like a war zone; she was clearly shaken; she stopped talking about what was going on during the 12 hour shifts day and night.

I was at home feeling fairly helpless.  I am zooming away to my students from Hereford trying to keep them positive and working, but in comparison to what Nicky was doing it felt very small. 

I am a quilter; that’s what I do.  So I decided to quilt and this piece is the result.

I started with a simple ‘Stay Safe’ and then another for my sister, but I knew that I wanted to make a bigger more considered piece.

It says what I wanted to say to those two young people.

 

 

The Covid Quilts: Part 1

The first half of the year has been an unusual one for us all.   When lockdown finally happened I had already witnessed my partner, Nicky,  trying to plan for the oncoming storm for at least 4 weeks; I had read the stories of the overwhelmed hospitals in Northern Italy; my brother was locked down in Southern Spain; it was clear it was going to be bad.

 

Many of you will know that Nicky works in Cardiology and specifically Echocardiology (ultrasounds of the heart).  The procedure is a 40 minute, intimate scan that is on a par to cuddling the patient.  In the run up to lockdown she told tales of scanning coughing patients dressed only in a plastic apron and gloves because although they were symptomatic they were undiagnosed because the test results were taking 6 days to come back; at that point the hospital would not let staff wear masks unless there was a confirmed diagnosis.  The guidelines on PPE kept changing and it was a constant battle for her and her team.  She was fitted for the special masks that were for use on the Intensive Treatment Unit (ITU) and began to talk about 12 hour shifts working around the clock.  The hospital was adding extra beds to ITU and converting operating theatres to additional ITU wards; work started on the Nightingale Hospital at the NEC.  I know it was tough on her kitting up (they call it donning and doffing) and going onto the wards dressed in the full gear; she stopped talking about what she saw.

And what was I doing?  I was working from home (and then furloughed) for the sewing machine distributors of Pfaff and Husqvarna Viking that I provide technical support for.  My three days a week at Hereford College of Art went onto zoom tutorials and seminars trying to reassure students that it was all going to be okay.  Whilst this was really important, it was not the life and death experience that Nicky was going through. 

It was scary.  I felt impotent.

I am a quilter; so I made a quilt

I found myself chanting the message ‘Stay Safe’ whenever she or I went out.  On the back of the earlier Recovery Quilts it seemed a logical step to make a Covid Quilt saying that.  I wanted to sew something that was as positive and joyous as possible and hang it in as public a place.

The first quilt was made very quickly and I taped it into the front window so people walking past could see it.  Technically its unfinished as its still a quilt top only.  I will admit that it was actually sellotaped in place.  The second, more considered version is quilted and hangs in my sister’s front window on the busy street in Hove she lives on.  Annoyingly her quilt is much better than mine.