So here’s what I worked with yesterday:
… yeps. That’s some serious French linen thread for you non-Frenchies out there. This particular spool of thread is very dear to me because I bought it in a cosy little needlework store in a side lane in the historic centre of Grasse, Provence, Southern France, a few years ago. It was run by two chubby old women, and they had all kinds of fantastic needle work things – lots of colourful buttons and laces and threads in all sorts of colours and fabrics and whatnot. The image feels like it could’ve been taken from a book or a story, perhaps. Also, it smells of lavender, as does nearly everything in the self-proclaimed world capital of perfume. I’ll look through photos from my trips to Grasse and post the most interesting ones some other day.
I sew these memories into my stuff whenever I use this thread.
Yesterday, I used it to fix a tearing in my pannier, and then decided I might as well add a few stitches to my rainbow cotton bag, where the straps meet the bag, to keep it from tearing when I use it to carry lots of heavy stuff. Books or yummy fruit juice, for example. Turns out once more that I suck at sewing, but I had fun.
Something French goes as soundtrack with this: La Veilée by Yann Tiersen which I found on the incredibly cheesy but very pleasing Vive La Chanson CD I bought out of a mood some years ago.