Oh, I feel loved!
Early this morning I got a text message from someone who loves me. My son-in-law is literally halfway around the world on a work assignment and sent the photo you see here. He said, “I saw all this fabric and thought you might want some. There is wool. There are wool/silk blends. There are more. Tell me what you might like.”
Oh, really? WOW!
I have no shortage of fabric. I’ve even been on sensory overload this week seeing fabrics of all descriptions at vendors’ booths at the AQS show in Paducah. I bought a lot that thrilled me and I can’t wait to play with it.
But, exotic fabric yet unseen thrills me more. I’m so excited! I actually felt a spring in my step as I walked around after the text message exchange. WooHoo!
Making fabric is a multi-step process involving many people, often in several countries. Someone plants and harvests the crop, or raises and shears the sheep, or tends the worms. Someone spins the yarn. Someone weaves the cloth. Someone grows the dyestuff, mixes the dyes, applies the color, prepares it for distribution and markets it. I usually don’t know any of those people. But when I touch the fabric they have produced, I am connected to them. Across miles and maybe oceans, we share something that helps me realize a comforting project for someone or a piece of art.
But to know that Kenny selected the fabric and brought it to me from a land far away will add a special link in the chain that somehow makes it stronger. He mentioned scarves. So I may get to wear it a while and cherish it that way, making memories with it before it becomes anything else.