sentimentality
My dad came back from China couple of days ago. My cousin’s fiance in Shanghai sent me some very lovely presents, and Tansen and I both got new black sunglasses (lolmatrixday).
Yesterday I was digging around in my closet to look for cloth that I could use to make a pouch for my sunglasses. Nothing fancy, just something I could sew together to protect them from scratches.
I found a piece of lovely blue cloth from Hong Kong, as labeled in the corner, with white chrysanthemum embroidery on it. Three years ago, my friend brought a huge bolt of it to ATDP Intro to Drawing and Design, on the day when our teacher, Alexis, was showing us how to make drawing books with cloth covers. A couple of our classmates forgot to bring cloth so he shared generous sections of his with them. I did remember to bring my own cloth, but one of my classmates who borrowed some let me keep his extra.
The piece I kept is maybe two square feet, a border on two sides and unsewn along the other edges. Not enough to make anything bigger than a pouch or small book cover. I ended up folding it up and putting it away again, untouched from how I found it. The sunglasses have their own little pouch in the handbag that my cousin’s fiance bought for me.
Such a pretty piece of cloth. I can’t bear to throw the silly thing away, I love it so much.
I wonder if my classmates still remember how to make drawing books with cloth covers?