My mum just returned from a trip touring with an orchestra that she works with. Back with her came some golden treasure discovered in the Aix-en-Provence flea markets. For me!
She found these within a few days of arriving in Europe and then carried them with her for the following four weeks across southern France, Spain, Portugal and Syria. Only a person who sees the beauty in old things would do that.
My family has always treasured things that have been worn, used, tampered with and loved. The more used and tampered with, the better. Perhaps it helped both my parents, who are both rootless in many ways, to feel part of some kind of family- just a bigger, unseen one. And, unlike some kids, who choose the opposite of what their parents embrace, we loved that same warmth of used things. I remember spending winter afternoons in the cavernous Army and Navy Stores in Collins St, Melbourne, wandering those lonely aisles, emptying boxes of things onto the floor and wondering where they had been and in whose hands. I left my stuffed lion there once, on one of the shelves. We gave him up as lost- until I found him there, on the same shelf, a year later. I later wondered why nobody had noticed (and bought!) him- it seemed an incongruous place for a lion- but I suppose he blended in with all the other forgotten bits and bobs.
So this treasure is going to be loved and made into something that I can wear- and it will make me think of my mum and what she has done for me. Always a very important thing to remember…
From the look of that amazing lustre, I am pretty sure that this is silk yarn. It looks like a 6-ply and I have 200gm. The two skeins are slightly different in colour and I suppose that I could dye it… but I feel somehow that it should be left as is, in all its glory. Bugger dye lots- I love old, used and imperfect things.
Any ideas what this should become?