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I'm
Jane Spolar. I've lived in Sauk
Rapids, Minnesota, for just over 17 years. We live in one of the
older houses in town, with beautiful oaks in the yard and plenty of the
feel past residents have bestowed upon this place over the past hundred
years. And cats, yes, where would we be without our feline "helpers?"
I started
designing quilt patterns for myself years
ago, and started publishing under Quilt Poetry in 2004. Once in the
world of retail management, I was enticed to take a different path and
start Quilt Poetry. What a joy it's been! There are more twists
and turns, to be sure, but it's exhilerating.
You
might know exactly what I mean.
Sometimes I wonder why I didn't start Quilt Poetry sooner. Maybe
the Muses were calling, but my attention had to be gotten through
wrenching pressure, unsurety, sleepless nights, clinging to the tried and
true (that seemed to always work before!), and spiritual turbulence.
Then there are decisions that seem impossible to make! The "Clear
Path" is often anything but clear before it's embarked upon.
But
I don't want to dwell on the storm that
drove me on, but rather the good that drew me forward. After all,
when Pandora opened the box and inadvertently released strife and pain,
at the bottom of the box she found -- Hope.
Quilt
Poetry is an exploration of the powerful
ebb and flow within our lives, and also of the calm center and place of
rest and rejuvenation. Quilting is a craft we put our hands to, and
I hope, a place to help ignite joy in our hearts. To me, quilts are poetry
in fabric, the remembrance of those who sewed and stitched in past times,
our heritage and loving warmth sent to those around us and those who are
yet to be. Quilts are the visual expression of so much that lives
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"Meet
Jane"
Our
quilted poems can be complex, simple,
serious, or humorous. We stitch a bit of ourselves into every quilt
we make. We're creating beauty with fabric and thread, one of the
simple joys of life!
I learned
to love what my hands could create when
I was a child. My mother, a talented seamstress, taught me sewing
and needlework. My father taught me to draw in pencil and ink.
I feel fortunate to have these gifts from my parents, and though my dad
has passed away I still feel close to him any time I pick up a pencil.
My husband,
Bill, and I work together to keep Quilt
Poetry running. And there's the help and assistance from our son,
Joe. We're still learning a lot, struggling with it some, and enjoying
(nearly) every minute of it.
We both
enjoy talking about almost everything
under the sun. Life is too short to not tackle "the big" topics like
art, philosophy, and religion, though we're by no means expert in any of
those topics. We've found you don't have to be an expert to enjoy
them! We both probably watch too much television, and are hooked
on Lost, Smallville, The Office, and a Canadian program
we get on DVD from my sister-in-law, Corner Gas, about the goings
on in the tiny Saskatchewan town of Dog River. And I enjoy
the quilting programs, of course!

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