21/03/2022
This one off handkerchief was an experiment attempting to immortalise a childhood memory I have of visiting my Dutch grandparents.
They had a Persian rug draped over the round dining table which eccoes something seen in Dutch masters paintings. Apparently the rugs were too beautiful to be walked on and should be admired closely on a table.
I always remember the unpleasantly rough and tickly feeling of laying my arms on the table. Thankfully when eating, a white tablecloth was laid over the carpet to keep it clean.
The round wooden board with a slice of bread and a perfectly fitting slice of cheese then cut into bitesized squares with cutlery is another specific memory I have of visiting elderly relatives in The Netherlands.
I still have this rug and treasure it greatly (although I admire it on the floor ;) ), it is worn at opposite sides, where my grandparents sat at each side of the table.
