I was sitting behind her at church, silently admiring my friend’s new scarf. Amazed that an edging like that could be attached by a machine to look like that and wondering where the stitches that should be bisecting it were that had sewn it onto the outer edges–it looked instead like it had been single-crocheted directly into the fabric.
When the meeting we were in was over, turns out M had been waiting to tell me about the experience.
There were no machine stitches. That edging actually was tatted and it really was all done by hand, gold then white then dangling tiny perfect red flowers that matched the print of the fabric above and moved when she did. Many flowers. It was a huge amount of work and done in a fine thread (and TATTED! I didn’t find anything quite like it but this was the closest–imagine that at about an inch)–you would need really good eyes.
But that wasn’t the best of it: she had been traveling and had befriended an elderly woman and that woman had made that gorgeous work of art and she’d wanted M to have it. She gave it to her.
She gave it to her.
With love from Turkey, forever.