I don't remember for how long I've been keeping these fabrics. They are pieces with which I made rag dolls, samples of curtains, flounces, bars, ribbons and some other stuff. I don't know what to do with them but I can't throw them away either. Some have already been useful to nail some bars to the cupboard shelves. It's so beautiful, so homemade, so cozy.
My rags. They are relics. Linen. The oldest I know. Pieces given by my mother, given to her by grand-mothers. I'm almost afraid of touching them, afraid to loose the magic under my hand's touch. But I haven't lost the hope of loosing this fear and doing, just as a begining, a small table cloth with crochet around it. White. All in white, one of my favorite colors, because the white gives color to the other colors and goes well with all of them.
Who hasn't got a fabric like this, patched by a grand-mother or an old aunt? That's incredible how they could do this. It's an art. And the truth is that I feel richer by heaving them, pieces of old linen, which origin nobody is certain of, but they will certainly tell many stories. This was a good Sunday, don't you agree?
I don't remember for how long I've been keeping these fabrics. They are pieces with which I made rag dolls, samples of curtains, flounces, bars, ribbons and some other stuff. I don't know what to do with them but I can't throw them away either. Some have already been useful to nail some bars to the cupboard shelves. It's so beautiful, so homemade, so cozy.
My rags. They are relics. Linen. The oldest I know. Pieces given by my mother, given to her by grand-mothers. I'm almost afraid of touching them, afraid to loose the magic under my hand's touch. But I haven't lost the hope of loosing this fear and doing, just as a begining, a small table cloth with crochet around it. White. All in white, one of my favorite colors, because the white gives color to the other colors and goes well with all of them.
Who hasn't got a fabric like this, patched by a grand-mother or an old aunt? That's incredible how they could do this. It's an art. And the truth is that I feel richer by heaving them, pieces of old linen, which origin nobody is certain of, but they will certainly tell many stories. This was a good Sunday, don't you agree?
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