Spring automatically means new pouches as the winter brought forth enough time to embroider.
I sat at camp fires without having a camp, just to embroider. But mostly to break the boredom in a bleak countryside where, in the winter, my garden came to a halt.
I decided to walk in Spain, to give myself an instant goal to move towards. Because I needed sunshine, badly. And I needed activity as a healthy body needs an outlet, isn’t that so?
And so, here I sat, as activity knows a very good opposite. Embroidering, some of the materials I used are new and came from direct inspiration: the earth I walked on.
A new stitch has been introduced, pulkari from the Punjab. How I wish I was more interested in embroidery back when I traveled extensively to Pakistan and India. Instead I visited wealthy families and mango groves, saw innumerable buildings and even learned how to shoot. I should have asked for learning embroidery instead. But some things only come with age…
The pulkari stitch is far from excellent and so I will keep practicing. This stitch is actually made on the backside of the fabric, something I did not, could not.
I can honestly say, although it probably sounds quite confident, that these pouches come with great background, beautiful shots and have become pretty. I still adhere to my own motto:
Beautifying fabrics born of a desire to be creative while traveling.
The beautified fabric becoming a pouch.
A pouch can be as well an artful creation and yet keeping its practicality
Candi is a name that indicates something sweet and desirable. This pouch was made with a little left over piece of kogin embroidery. Too small to make something out of it, I hand stitched it onto a piece of sturdy fabric that came from an old Hungarian chair. I wanted to combine several seemingly not fitting materials together.
The zipper is especially molded nicely into the fabric and the inside is as beautiful as the outside, maybe even more so. It became so pretty to my own opinion that I wanted to keep it for myself, until I decided against it: I have enough. But maybe you don’t or simply want to support me: here’s Candi
Spanish Slate is something that went beyond my expectations and has become a piece of art. When I walked in Spain I’d only one piece of fabric with me that was not dyed and not pre-designed to become something in particular, I felt a strong desire to return to sisha embroidery. While walking I had held some slates in my hand, trying to break them down to see how strong they were. Pretty strong, only had to shave off the sharp corners and suddenly a new design came quickly about. Here’s Spanish Slate:
Ajpujarra was made into a drawstring pouch as I hadn’t made any of them lately. With the pencil lines not washed out, I think it only adds charm. Here’s Alpujarra drawstring pouch:
Riogordo is a fat little pouch, a first where I used buttons. The inside is fabric of another old Hungarian chair. Riogordo means ‘fat river’ and was a town in Andalucia where I walked through when I stitched this piece of hand dyed fabric. Here is Riogordo pouch:
And so did winter turn once again into spring, from bleakness to brightness and from a need to be energetic came forth these pouches.
