Imagine driving to an obscure Provencal village where only a handful of people live, to go to an old silk stocking factory turned into a warehouse FULL of antique textiles. Having a friend comes in handy, especially when she is the owner of the collection gathered and rarely allows anyone to go inside.
First, we had lunch. Though I bet if you asked any of us what we had we would say… "Antique textiles." As our thoughts raced ahead dreaming about what we would find. Literally, when asked what we would like for dessert, the group in unison chanted, "Let's go to the warehouse!"
Women running up the path does not make for a clear photo.
Excitement is an understatement.
Thankfully each has a different interest:
One prefers linen and hemp,
Another one prefers textiles to make cushions: Tapestry
Ruth goes for silk ribbons, duh.
And the others…
Lace, quilts, rugs, buttons, patterns, wovens, cut velvet followed.
The was plenty for everyone. We didn't even make a dent in the stock.
A small peek into French antique textile heaven.
Ladders to climb to the top.
Rows
and rows
and rows.
Since my fall ladders freak me out…
But somehow I overcame my fear I went on up and took a video that I posted on Facebook.
Piles, boxes, shelves, rows upon rows.
Overwhelming.
The only sound heard was:
Wow.
More to come…
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