You guys I can't believe it's been two years since I've last posted on this blog. Thank you so, so much if you manage to find somehow this post and give me some feedback.
So the story is simple, really.
It's Spring time here in Arlonia (for the readers of this blog who just come to join me, Arlonia is some bits of Luxembourg, some bits of Belgium, some bits of France and some bits of Germany and the Netherlands, I could as well call it the Grande Region or the Greater Region or Benelux and France and Germany, but Arlonia, to me, sounds nicer) and the brocante (brocante is similar to thrift market, car boot sale, garage sale, second hand market, flea market, but it is the word in French) season is open. Usually in Arlonia the brocante season starts in March and finishes in October, so during the warmer months each city or town picks a Sunday to do a brocante. Don't ask me the rules of a brocante cause I don't know, who could sell, what could be sold, but what I know is that almost every Sunday there is a brocante somewhere in Arlonia.
I stumbled on this particular brocante by pure chance, cause I was acting as a guide for some guests, we were visiting Luxembourg and in Knuedler there was this brocante. I think the guests are important as well for this particular story, because the ladies are experts in wooden furniture and craft objects and in textiles from a prestigious museum in Romania, the ASTRA Museum in Sibiu.
And as we were walking, debating what to buy and, most importantly, what to do with what we bought, my eyes fell on a cardboard box with old textiles. I always love to look through old textiles, most of them hand made.
I first saw the year, exactly 30 years older than me, and then I've examined the object. It was 5 euro, but only if you do hand embroidery or hand stitching you can quantify the amount of work that went into producing this tiny object. It is embroidered, it has lace, the cloth is prepared with hems and stitched in the shape of a pouch or maybe a pillowcase.
To me it looks like a school project.
So 4 years after the war, MJP (I like to thing it was Marie Jeanne) had to do a school project showing what she (or he) learned in the craft classes. It is well executed with attention to details, I hope MJP got a big grade on the project.
Now why did I say my guests are important?
Because the textile expert is not expert in regular Romanian textiles, but in Transylvanian Saxons textiles. And the Transylvanian Saxons used to write their name or just their initials on their clothes and on their houses and on their objects. True, this is a school project, the pouch doesn't seem to ever been used and the initials are there to show who made the school project and maybe differentiate with the others in the class, but what a nice coincidence. Moreover the Transylvanian Saxons first came from a region very close to Arlonia, way earlier than the war and 1949. BUT is still a nice coincidence.
NOW I do hope to pop back here again sooner than two years, I've forgotten how much I love to write on this blog and believe you me, in the span of two years I have plenty of topics and ideas to write about, so keep close.
As always, Raluca
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