18th century silk textile fragments.
Intricately hand embroidery with gold threads.
Most likely made for a church altar piece...
The torn pieces I found years ago, are not bigger that my hand.
My Belle Mere and I are making pillows for the apartment in Paris.
Though my Belle Mere finds it a be tricky that I do not want to cut the fabrics. "How are we suppose to make pillows if you do not want to cut the fabric?" She looks at me teasingly.
"Rough luxe patchwork." I offered in a haphazard melange of French and English.
"Oh, yes brilliant." she beams at me.
My Belle Mere has been with us for nearly a month.
It is such a wonderful surprise how far our relationship has come.
A true hapzard rough luxe patchwork.
For me to say, "I admire her." Is saying I have discovered the pot of gold after the storm.
I would have never believed it true.
And yet it is.
Have you found a pot of gold?