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Tales Of A Fourth Generation Textile Executive:  The Genius Behind It All Part 2:  My Father As my sister and I emptied out of the train and jumped into my car, we were both on edge and couldn’t get to the hospital soon enough.  I realized that one’s imagination could be one’s worst enemy.  What ifs were consuming me, but as my dad likes to say, “I don’t do what ifs.”  So I set the ‘what ifs’ aside and rushed into the hospital to see for myself my dad’s status.  Upon seeing my dad and getting an update from doctors, I was relieved that my imagination was my worst enemy…

A couple of months ago, I awoke at some ungodly hour and couldn’t fall back asleep.  Rather than sit in bed rolling around thinking, I showered, got dressed, had breakfast and made a 5 am train.  I was in Manhattan by 6 am. At 7 am, my cell phone rang and my mother asked, “where are you?” “I am in the office, believe it or not.” She said she was at the hospital with my dad.  My heart sunk.  He was having pains in his chest all night, but fortunately it wasn’t a heart attack.  She said everything would be ok and dad didn’t want anyone to visit.  That is…

Things have finally settled down since the Houston quilt market and now I am back to blogging for all my loyal Studioe followers.  So what’s on my mind?  A lot!  Unfortunately I can’t write about everything that is on my mind in one sitting and I highly doubt you would have the time or patience to read something so long and boring. So today I am going to talk about how quilters are a rare breed and how amazing the quilt industry is.  When I say that quilters are a rare breed, I mean it in a good way.  As you may or may not know, I am from New…

Tales Of A Fourth Generation Textile Executive:  Jackson Hole-e  Cow “I Am Cured” Notes from Day 2. My Jackson euphoria has faded away fast, but the memories remain ingrained.  Now I am back to the real world.  With that, it is 5:30 a.m. and my daddy duties were in full effect last night.  Poor Ace got sick just as my wife and I fell asleep.  We spent the next hour in the laundry room gagging from the stench and stuff.  It was kind of funny.  I hate to gross you out, but it shows that there is more to life than just selling fabric and working. Family is so important…

Tales Of A Fourth Generation Textile Executive:  Jackson Hole – Day 1. Jackson hole-e cow!  Sickest work trip ever!  I am so not used to a work trip that is actually enjoyable and not so much work and definitely no hard work for certain (don’t tell my boss-dad).  I could get used to this.  The wonderful fresh air, beautiful views, traffic-less streets and some of the most friendly and warm people are in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  This sure ain’t New York! Arrived late Wednesday night and unfortunately didn’t get to enjoy the views at that time because it was so dark.  But that made it that much better when I…

As promised, I am making all efforts to blog it up a little more consistently.  So, here I am sitting in seat 24c on the way to Denver for a layover and ultimately to a place that I haven’t been to in awhile.  Let me give you some hints….Reggie, Michael, Jesse, Kendall, Andrew, Latoya and Jermaine to name a few.  If you haven’t figured it out yet, all these people have the last name Jackson.  I particularly like Kendall, the wine guy, as I imagine, or hope, that you quilters enjoy a nice glass of wine or two or twelve while working your magic on the sewing machine.  I am…

Please try to read this entire blog as there is a hidden Facebook contest within. Before I start to blog, let me preface this blog, and every blog that I write, by saying that everything I write, and say, is all in good humor and not intended to offend anyone, anywhere.  This is all for laughs….so put on a smile and try to laugh with me or at me or something.  Let’s have fun and stop being so serious all the time….life is too short. Hi everybody, I can’t believe that the Summer is over.  I need to apologize for my lack of communication. So please forgive me quilters as I have…