Last week I received a box in the mail from my mom. It was actually one that had been “lost” in the move two years ago and was just recently found. Among the contents was this beautiful fabric I had purchased while in Guinea four years ago.
I had the amazing opportunity to spend 7 weeks in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. One of my favorite things to do there (other than sit under the mango tree and chat) was to go to the market and see all of the beautiful fabrics they had (not to mention the people you met in the market!). When I opened the box and saw this there, it brought back all kinds of memories of those trips to the market. I remember that the color of the dirt was stunning, and Betty would take pictures of the texture of the ground as we walked along. We had to walk across a wooden bridge to cross the creek, and there were often women out there washing their clothes. They would have these large chunks of fabric laying on the rocks to dry in the sun. There were often kids playing games outside the houses on the way to the market, and their smiles always brightened my day. The market itself was bustling with vendors and people looking to get produce, fish (there were stacks of salted, dry fish in this one area, and it smelled so strong like salty fish!), rice, textiles, you name it. The fruit and vegetables we had were so delicious, and I found out that mango-sauce tastes just like apple-sauce! Anyways, all of that rambling to say that the market was unlike anything I have experienced here. People were so willing to talk to us using the 7 poular words we knew, our French, and once in a while they would practice their english (usually that was the point when the guys would say the four seemingly most popular words: “Will you marry me?”)
While this was probably the most difficult 7 weeks of my life, it was also the most rewarding. I could go on for hours about my time there, but since this is supposed to be about the fabric, I will spare you.
I am keeping this piece as it is. I had previously hemmed the edges, so I can use it as a tablecloth or a picnic blanket. I don’t have it in me to cut it, and I am sure I will find all kinds of ways to use it.