A Eulogy

Or does something have to be dead for one of those?

Well, polyester organza is hardly known for its beating heart, so it'll do.

This is a short post to say that I love, one and the same, polyester organza.

I've cut it. I've torn it. I've pinned it. I've drawn on it. I've stitched it. I've re-stitched it to buggery. I've submerged it in water. I've scrubbed it. I've hung it. I've picked at it. I've even ironed it. (Directly; with a pretty hot iron). And still it survives. Intact and shining.

Which, for such a delicate fabric is, I think, pretty amazing.

Silk organza would probably have been prettier. But, I'm wondering, would it really have stayed the course.

So, here's my little hats off to polyester organza. (Grey, not white, as I thought that would be too stark).

I am in awe.

Not very good photos, taken against the lamp as I was ironing, but you get the point. Loving the panels with the paper removed. So much more effective...

pS:  And my other favourite comment of the week. Pete asked me if I could do various things on Monday, to which I responded I was still quite busy. 'Oh, I thought you'd finished all your course work,' he said. 'No. I've got to paint Jerusalem,' I said.  Not something you say every day.

And I did paint it. Today. With the help of Chris. But it's a bit wishy washy at present. So I'll post it when it has more punch. (And some gold leaf. If Duncan remembers).