KNICK KNACK

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The picture above represents a rectangular piece of cloth, which can be characterized as no more than a knick-knack. Yet it is not simply that.  In fact, it tells a little bit about a young girl. It was a part of her memorabilia. That young girl has now stepped into her seventies and this insignificant looking cloth symbolizes a slice of her history.

 I think I’s in the final year of  primary school. In those days, there used to be a sewing period for girls and drawing for boys. I still remember that we girls were asked to knit a baby dress. It was a difficult task and dear mother,  busy though she was in looking after my younger siblings, helped in this venture. In fact, she did the difficult parts. Another requirement was to make a small centerpiece to be  done with a special stitch on the edges and a design in the middle, after pulling out threads,  .

The other day when I’s rearranging the stack of linen in the cupboard, I saw this tucked inside the pile virtually invisible. I found it of course and examined it nostalgically. For a moment, I was transformed into that little girl slogging to pull tiny strands of thread. I marveled how meticulously the threads must have been pulled to make the design in the middle. The cloth is so thin and pulling tiny strands must have been a mammoth task. However, I could do it. The neat stitch work makes me feel as if it is a work of art accomplished by me at a time that does not remotely resemble the modern age. 

So much has happened in my life since, yet I regard it as a precious souvenir from a bygone era, when girls were squarely ingenuous, very stupid and extremely bashful and innocent.

I’m certainly gifting it to my granddaughter whenever I meet her in  the coming days. 

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