Some of the ties, despite being carefully taken apart and gently cleaned, refused to let go of old ways despite hanging in the wind to dry. Doesn’t this remind you of some people too? No matter what the circumstances or what they encounter, they resist change and return to old habits. Maybe that’s good in that predictability can be helpful at times. Other times, well, it would be great to see that they grow with the experience. Anyway . . . Some tie fabrics relaxed and enjoyed the ride (Wind in their fibers!)…Many of the tartans or plaids were hanging together and, I’m not entirely sure about this, but I sensed that the McPhersons and the McDuffs were hitting each other. Do Scottish Clans still do that? And I noticed that the Royal Stewart Tartan stood aloof, enjoying its own space. But, my favorite was the Pierre Cardin Silk tie. When released from the stitches, it immediately lost any tie feeling, loved the wind drying it’s lovely lustrous fibers and seemed to say “Merci! Merci!” Free at last!!! Since I had just recently returned from Montreal, Canada, I am suspicious that this particular tie’s spirit might have had connections to Quebec. So . . . Understanding their characters better and how they handled the gentle cleaning process helped in the planning of the Quilt Tie Project.