TITLE: Avocado Leaf, Tangerine, Cherry Red TAGS: fiction, quilts, textiles, gee’s bend

The first part of this post is fiction. The buyer, the office and the yield sheet are made up. The order, the colors, the cooperative and the quilts described at the end are real, and the sources are in the note after the story.

The Order #

The swatch card came from Alabama in a flat box. Corduroy squares were stapled in a column down a stiff white card, and each one had a color name typed under it. The names had been chosen in Chicago, not Alabama: gold, avocado leaf, tangerine, cherry red.

The buyer ran a thumbnail across the wale of each one. The gold was fine and so was the avocado. The tangerine was a little brown, but in the catalog photograph it would sit next to a burnt-orange sofa, so nobody would notice. The cherry red was too blue. The buyer wrote hold to standard in the margin. That was not quite a rejection. It meant: we noticed, and we will notice again.

Next came the yield sheet, which was the part of the job the buyer liked best. A pillow cover is a pattern laid on a bolt, and a bolt is a rectangle of known width. Lay the pattern out cleanly, keep the pile running in one direction so the color doesn’t shift between the front and the back, and the arithmetic tells you how many covers each bolt produces and how much cloth goes nowhere. This order came to about eleven percent waste. That was respectable. The buyer had seen twenty.

Eleven percent was a line on the sheet with a number beside it and nothing after the number. In the buyer’s experience, offcuts went into a bin, and the bin went to a rag dealer who paid by the pound, if anyone bothered to call one. Corduroy cut on the bias would fray, so the scraps were no good for anything but stuffing. They were narrow strips from along the selvage and the gaps between pattern pieces, in four colors that would date badly. The buyer was quietly sure of that last point and kept it to themself.

The supplier was a cooperative. The paperwork said so, and someone in the office had said it was a civil rights thing. The buyer’s concern was whether they could meet the volume. The samples said they could. The seams were straight, the corners were square, and the zipper plackets lay flat. Whoever was on the sewing machines in Alabama was better than the factory in Georgia that had lost the account.

The buyer signed the order, stapled the yield sheet to the back, and filed it. The eleven percent went into the cabinet as a number.

Nothing in that file says what became of the cloth itself.

What is real #

The Freedom Quilting Bee was a sewing cooperative in Wilcox County, Alabama, near Gee’s Bend, formally organized in March 1966. Its early quilts sold at auctions in New York, and its work later appeared in Vogue and in a Bloomingdale’s promotion. In 1972 it took a Sears contract for corduroy pillow covers, in colors listed as “gold,” “avocado leaf,” “tangerine” and “cherry red.” According to the Souls Grown Deep Foundation, the work was divided into factory-style steps to raise daily output. Workers took the leftover corduroy home, gave it to friends and family, or bundled it for sale inside the community. Corduroy is stiff and frays when cut on the diagonal, so the quilts made from it lean toward large forms cut at right angles. The Bee closed in 2012.

One of the women who worked there was Qunnie Pettway (1943–2010). Her mother, Candis Pettway, taught her to quilt. She learned the classic patterns at Estelle Witherspoon’s house, where up to twenty women quilted together, and she passed the skill on to her daughter, Loretta Pettway Bennett. Her favorite method was something called a “Crazy Z,” made from the Bee’s corduroy. Her “Bricklayer” variation from 1975 is 83 by 74 inches, built from narrow corduroy strips in stepped diagonals, and it is now at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Her “Housetop” from about 1975 is a set of concentric squares in a pale peach and a true red, with flickers of green, cerise and yellow in the binding. Late in her life, diabetes took much of her eyesight, and she kept quilting in simpler patterns.

Why the buyer and not the quilter #

Two choices in this post can be argued with, and I want to explain both.

The first is that I wrote the story from Chicago and not from Alberta. The obvious version of this story belongs to the woman carrying a bundle of strips home. I didn’t write it because I would have had to make her up. Pettway was a real person who died sixteen years ago. I couldn’t find a single sentence of hers in the sources I read, and I wasn’t willing to supply her thoughts. The buyer is invented all the way through, so I’m free to imagine them. I think this blind spot is the more honest place to stand: the person whose arithmetic produced the strips, and who had no way of seeing what they became.

The second choice is a claim. The word museums and the foundation use for this material is “discards.” The Bricklayer description says the quilt is built from “corduroy discards from the Freedom Quilting Bee.” I think “discards” is the buyer’s word. It is accurate from inside the yield sheet, where the strips were the part of the bolt that didn’t become product. It is not accurate from inside the community the same sources describe, where the strips were taken home, given away and sold in bundles. Material that people sell to each other has not been discarded. It has a price and a second market. The caption keeps the factory’s accounting even while it celebrates what the factory never imagined.

I could be wrong about this in at least two ways. “Discards” may be the word the quilters themselves used, and if so, my objection is an outsider tidying up their language. I haven’t found anything showing how Pettway or her neighbors talked about the scraps. Some readers may also hear “discards” as praise: it stresses that something extraordinary was made from what others threw away, which is a true and old story about Gee’s Bend. I don’t think that rescues the word, though. It makes Sears the measure of what counted as waste, and the right-angle strips in the Bricklayer quilt suggest the women in Alberta had already decided otherwise.

I don’t know how the Sears covers were actually laid out on the bolt. The narrow, regular strips in Pettway’s quilt make me suspect the cutting pattern decided their width. If so, a pattern drawn somewhere in an office set one dimension of a quilt now hanging in New Orleans, and every other choice in it was hers. That is speculation, and I’m labeling it as speculation. The pillow covers themselves sold, wore out and were thrown away, as far as I can tell. The scraps from the order are what’s hanging in a museum today.

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