The stories have at times become an important part of the pouch. Some pouches take very long to be finished. Not so much because I don’t like to work on them but because I have much other things going on: keeping a vegetable garden for self reliance, collecting natural edibles for food and dyeing fabrics for the needle art projects and I started to knit. Almost always a piece of fabric dictates it’s own coming to be and it needs patience and the moodset to finish what the pouch wants to become.
The story behind the pouch
These little pangs of excitement are sweet and make me shoot into action right after someone asks me to make a custom made pouch.
‘Is there a story behind every pouch?’ is the same question as ‘is there a story behind that person?’ Every pouch has a story, however little embroidery is applied.
My all time favorite pouch. I don’t understand why this one is still in my shop? The 2 super stories aside, this is a pearl.
A pouch with a story? This one tops them all! A South America travel on motorbike with a high level of discomfort, but a beauty of a pouch.
After 5 years cycling I halted at a Paraguayan mennonite cattle ranch where I did not know that it would bring me a husband and cob web.
Sawn tree trunk
This piece of fabric did it’s own way, hard headed like myself, it became quite something else than originally intended.
Leah & Judah
Once settled I thought I’d have no stories to tell about embroidery. Not traveling does not mean that nothing happens. Yet, this story behind this pouch is rather sad.
Ao po’i, my beloved stitch: taking a piece of fabric and original yarn from Paraguay with me on a kickbike tour made a quick pattern.
A design coming forth by total immobility at a hide out in Florida, being full of inspiration at only a few square meters.
For some reason this pouch is not popular. Perhaps the mediterranean highway route truck-travel has to do with it?
An easy and pretty pattern that lay idle for too long. Once I started to sew it became quickly just what I wanted.
The Life of (Pi)llow
A design that revealed itself when I didn’t have a clue what do make from it, until I had a 10 day kickbike trip through the woods.
This time my mind sought inspiration in the moments between noisy action and unpleasant adventures on a motorbike.
No amount of paper or coins could be attached to this pouch. This particular odyssey became priceles.