when I was at school.. the english textbooks started with some sample dialogs..
-what is this?
-this is a book .
this dialog is still used as a joke among our generation.. on questionable occasions..
so I am asking now.. "what is this?"
of course you can see this is a shoebox...
but.. what is inside..??
my mother's silk embroidery threads as they were kept .. for the last 10 yrs something in a closet in my house.. while doing some upside downside tidying between the store-room and craft cum dressing room this weekend I have opened it..
I emptied all on the table.. what a mess..
I decided to range them by colour..
silk is a perfect material.. easy to disentangle but when in such a condition of course that it took some time.. there were some surprises though.. hidden in the box..
the patterns and the threads all together .. nice organization..
these are turkish embroidery patterns .. she used to teach this art.. and always said "I have the happiest profession..I am among beautiful young students.. beautiful colours.. and beautiful materials.. what can a woman ask for else.."
there were all sort of threads.. in all kind of colours and forms.. some came in skeins she used to braid for easy use.. some as balls..
finally I have sorted all..
and noticed some even had their original tags.. turkish and european trademarks..
I remembered her spelling dmc in french .. I believe they were high quality and pretty expensive .. because she kept them apart and this was the only mark I have ever heard from her..
there were some colour combinations braided together .. I remembered her..sitting straight at the table.. with her white cotton batiste cloth opened in front of her and choosing the colour she wanted and separating it with her needle from the braid and pulling it apart .. then starting to make her art.. her skills talk for her..she choosed colours as a painter..she loved strong colours violets fuscias bright greens .. I can't say that she teached me how to do anything.. but I have watched her so many long hours.. sitting in front of her.. with my books to study.. that I have an engraved vision of her "embroidering"..
when I close my eyes.. I can "watch" her as a movie in my mind.. every single movement she made .. as if she was sitting in front of me again..
now they are all sorted..
and the skeins and tresses ..separated according to thread type and colour and re-wrapped in the same papers and fabrics they used to..but in an order now.. I have a new black box.. bigger than the shoebox..
I have taken out some things out of course.. the green flower. the needle lace and some nylon bags..
and I also kept this one out...=)
ps1 there are more to come.. this was a treasure box =)..
ps2 ... these motifs can be used if you like and wish to.. they are my mum's gift to all the beautiful women.. who love beautiful colours and materials..