A morning not on the Ganges (17/95)

aka Brocade.

First, an idea of the city and the attention paid to cleanliness-

I didn’t take the early morning trip. I just really didn’t have a whole lot of interest in more religious ceremonies, packed in crowds or descriptions of how holy it is to burn bodies along the Ganges and then dump in the remains…..

But I did go see the local Brocade weaving establishment. There are only a few looms here, the rest being scattered in the area located in the homes of the piece workers. Yep. The oldest are the hand draws, the more modern, punch card Jacquards. For those who don’t remember, brocade is a supplemental weft weave on a basic weave background. In the case of all the fancy brocades, knitters can think more of Intarsia with each small segment laid in independently.

The Looms and the weaving-

I won’t bother you with pictures of the local mall (nothing special and these folks just love their incense)

the evening featured a hosted farewell dinner and a concert by a tabula nephew and his sitar playing uncle.


they were good enough that I have the CD….

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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