"Now I happen to have rather a feeling about patchwork. Real patchwork, I mean. I am the proud possessor of one which was made for me by an old lady of eighty - the prettiest old lady you ever saw, whose eyes are still as blue as pimpernels. This patchwork is an intoxicating fabric, for it is made of hundreds of diamond-shaped fragments of silk and brocade - little bits of old Court dresses, squares of printed velvet, tiny patches of gold-threaded satin. If you bend over it you lose yourself in an enchanted domain - your eyes stray from a piece of silk that has one tiny silver rose in the centre to a black velvet that is boldly spotted with emerald, to a cretonne with a spray of yellow leaves. And you fall to wondering who were the women who wore the dresses from which these lovely fragments were taken, through what halls these satins have swept, to what soft tunes the silks have drifted. Oh, to be able to wave a magic wand, to send each tiny piece flying back, over the years, to follow, and to listen! Into what glittering chambers would one be led ... and what secrets one would hear, in long corridors where the silk surrounded like a caress, and in the deep shadows of summer gardens, when the fountains were playing!
Beverley Nichols, from A Thatched Roof.
Eyes "as blue as pimpernels " You had me there. Beautiful writing
Posted by: Jubilana | 30 April 2017 at 12:05 AM
Writing which brings so much to the minds eye. So descriptive!
Posted by: Fran H-B | 06 May 2017 at 08:07 PM