French memories and linen thread

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.

One thought on “French memories and linen thread”

  1. “I suck at sewing” mh, so hart hätte ich das jetzt nich beurteilt, aber ich dachte mir hier und da “INTERESSANTE art und weiße zu nähen!”
    😛

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