I had to wait the whole weekend (!) to receive this parcel of 20th C tribal and old-skool textiles from a lady who had lived in northern India, Pakistan and Afghanistan, picking up pretties as she went.
At least 20 pieces. And yes, I am losing my shit right now, wandering back and forth through a wilderness of handwoven goodness whilst saliva runs from both corners of my mouth and my head is bursting with colours and stitches and sparkles and sequins and couching and... If I thought they could stand the rough treatment, I would roll around on them like the Southpark dad over that bed full of groupies.
Here is a small preview- I will blog the lot in the fullness of time as there are some glorious things and I don't believe this domestic stuff gets the respect it deserves. Some things are really quite old in themselves as well as representing some very archaic forms and ideas. I hope you enjoy them.
Here is a small preview- I will blog the lot in the fullness of time as there are some glorious things and I don't believe this domestic stuff gets the respect it deserves. Some things are really quite old in themselves as well as representing some very archaic forms and ideas. I hope you enjoy them.
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