My daughter posted some beautiful photographs of her trip to Turkey.  I wanted to share the weaving ones  with you the visitors to the website.

So, about midway through our trip around the coast of Turkey, my students realized that if we saw hand-woven things, I would be the last one on the bus. They have pictures of me in the middle of a Turkish Carpet store–sitting in piles of short pile rugs, flat weave kilim, silks, wools, natural and hand-dyed carpets of every size, color and tribal pattern imaginable. I have a tactile thing with textiles. Its the same when I return to my mother’s store after a year away–I have to touch the yarns, feel all the scarves, felted socks, baby blankets, shaws, and I usually–although its hard to imagine in this 100 degree weather–wrap myself in something: a head-hugging hat, a fluffy dark green sweater, earth-tone cabled mittens. (I think I inherited this tactile textile gene from her, truth be told!) The colors and tones are as touchable as the yarns– but I digress.
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