tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post7061896961870122780..comments2024-03-20T10:17:53.388+01:00Comments on tales from the birdhut: TextielMuseum TilburgSaskiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10974723368542754165noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-86596158696058538522014-08-15T12:09:06.334+02:002014-08-15T12:09:06.334+02:00I'm sure many (fabric) designers have been ins...I'm sure many (fabric) designers have been inspired by these designs and if they're not going to be reproduced we could always copy them ourselves, or should I say, let them inspire us! This museum is extraordinary and I am sure to return.....and will of course post moreSaskiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974723368542754165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-53498868660333424572014-08-14T22:19:39.671+02:002014-08-14T22:19:39.671+02:00I am amazed at how fresh and contemporary so many ...I am amazed at how fresh and contemporary so many of these fabrics are -- wouldn't reproductions be a thrill! thanks so much for sharing your wonderful visit to the museum.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17188002198879523397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-37073854816124850302014-08-10T19:43:45.585+02:002014-08-10T19:43:45.585+02:00hi Grace, well the dresses especially echo in my m...hi Grace, well the dresses especially echo in my mind as my mother had a couple of those, she no longer wore them when we were young though; we kids used to dress up in them as they were in the dressing-up chest....looking back I realize they were pretty and hand-made! and really good quality, none of which I appreciated at the time of course. These fabrics are not something found in our household of the 70ies (I have been looking for those fabrics on the internet these past couple of hours and hope to dedicate a post to those one day soon)but they were to be found in my grand parents' house on my dad's side; they had the furniture, the fabrics and a huge collection of French records; I remember loving the wall-paper in one of the bed rooms in particular and just had to leave my mark, I had these felt tipped pens and would secretly colour in some of the empty figures.....I have no idea if my grandmother ever found out and as she's no longer with is I cannot ask her. <br />So what I saw in the museum was familiar but not overly so, it brought back memories, always a muddled business.<br />It's an amazing museum with a team of dedicated employees, steeped in textile tradition, with a nose for the future. So I am sure to return for more inspiration.Saskiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974723368542754165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254503312795252536.post-80306081709699095312014-08-10T16:56:07.691+02:002014-08-10T16:56:07.691+02:00i've looked here several times
and slowly have...i've looked here several times<br />and slowly have realized what<br />it is i am looking at...<br />which is a really ODD familiarity<br />with these prints/colors/designs<br /><br />this morning i am just in wonder<br />about it all. Why do i have this<br />sense of familiarity? My mother<br />wore very plain things...so, not<br />there. People in our small town<br />wore plain things too. so not<br />there....<br />could it be things seen at rummage sales? growing up?<br />or maybe the cloth that i would cut into quilting pieces for my mother's church ladies sewing circle? or really as recently as in my late twenties early thirties when i was into vintage clothes?<br />but ... whatever, such a STRONG<br />sense to them...and some, uncomfortable...i think something about unconsciously looking for a sense of Feminine for myself....<br />The 50's, such an odd period of<br />time in my mind...<br />grace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.com