My father-in-law announced me today that he was going to throw this cloth away. I became hysterical. Never! It's a big piece; a great part of it is damaged. I don't know what it might have been. He doesn't know either. Men! He just knows that it's too old, probably coming from South Africa, which means that it has more than forty years, that's for sure. Fantastic.
I didn't resist showing it here. Still wrinkled for having been hidden for so long. It's a pity that the camera does't pass the mould smell, which would certainly give it a more authentic aspect.
We never know what it still can be. Maybe pillows, small bags, tablecloths, curtains... there are so many options. I'll keep it safe in the meanwhile, together with other beautiful cloths. I think that if I worked in one of those fabric shops I would lost me completely. But what really enchants me is all this time it passed through to reach me. I will take care of it tenderly.
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