Hats of the Silk Road

Presented by Michael Pratt, With the George Washington Textile Museum, this was a survey of hats of his own collection and others, from several centuries ago to present day make. These are from the Silk Road from China and Tibet to Syria, including Turkmenistan, Anatolia, Azerbaijan, Iran, referred to in context as Persia.

He also read poetry fitting the context, of 15th century Rumi, Hafez and others, up to a modern poet writing sadly about the destruction of the old town of Aleppo a few years ago. It was a great reminder of the importance of writing, and the related art of calligraphy in the culture.

This is a familiar shape, to knitters, for a child's hat

The feathers on this marriage hat represent fertility. Reminds me of native American design that we looked at a few weeks ago.

Doesn't this look a lot like Fair Isle knitting?

This is a pre Islamic fortification against the Islamic movement, to which it eventually gave way.

 

A yurt, we've seen these being made in India, too. There's a school of thought that says women originally created them. See also native American houses. Circular form for stability and weatherproofing. Early domestic architects.

 

This is another bridal hat with symbolic additions and decorations wishing fertility and long life.

This is where we note the poet amd mystic's place of importance in the culture, as both a spiritual and artistic leader.

 

Sayings and poetry appear in the hat design, Arabic script.

 This is a felted piece with calligraphy designed into it.

 Look, rondels! We know these now.

 

The presenter

And here's my foremost love in embroidery: couched goldwork

This is the old city of Aleppo, destroyed shortly after this image in a terrible war

 

Nineteenth century well to do residents of old Aleppo

 After I saw this I got an urge to make a many-parted hat, just for the geometry of it.

Here's a celebration of the solstice, modern, seasonal note

 Clearly modern make, neon colors!

 

Chinese woman's straw hat

Wedding hats again

The baby hats are decorated with charms and other items which look pretty and I expect the baby liked them, but they're more seriously meant to ward off evil.

Look at the lining in this hat, great design idea.

And here are the people who presented. The man bottom left, very handsome, was behind the scenes putting up the slides, and I was very glad he was credited. Complicated job working with multiple slides, screen sharing, with a willing but less techy collector.

The reason a lot of these centuries old hats are so well preserved is that they were ceremonial, and treasured as artworks, to be passed down. Not workday hats which probably got worn out.

And here's a fragment of Rumi to go out on, written centuries ago:

Today, like every other day

We wake up

Empty and frightened

Take up a musical instrument.

His faith that art will save us all resonates today. It's definitely been keeping my little boat afloat.

Happy Sunday everyone!

Light dawns. Twice.

Yesterday Gary was able to come over and replace the ceiling light that I'm returning, for the new one which should install better.

This was after a trip to Florida to renovate a friend's kitchen, home to tend a sick granddaughter, dentist for serious work, and who knows what else. He's a universal caregiver.

And he replaced the old badly designed light with this, which will most likely stay up. No books you say? Two jammed cases of them behind the photographer. And in the foreground the library table handmade by artist/contractor friend Michael from an old section of wood and scraps from the workroom. I use it all the time.

Back to the light installation. It did involve his partner, two stepladders, a lot of climbing up and down, holding wires and shining a flashlight, because dark with the breaker off,  to handle the wires, repeated searches for glasses, screwdrivers, straight slot and Phillips, but they succeeded.

Partner had just come over innocently to return a container from those filled pastry shells I'd taken over. 

Partly to give me an account of how good they were, how fast they'd gone, partly to do her part for the supply chain. 

Without containers, how could I keep up supplying treats, after all. And she ended up, as people always will around Gary, handing stuff, looking for stuff  and climbing ladders. 

Once the light was safely up and the people safely down,  I asked him about the suddenly nonworking outlet in the kitchen, which we'd talked about before. 

After thinking about it, plugging this and that in here and there, resetting the GFCI yet again, to no avail; he said oh, maybe there's another GFCI in here.  Other end of the same counter.

Pushed it in, problem fixed. I never knew, and I've owned this house for well over 30 years.  Even painted over them, you'd think I'd have noticed.

Not too observant. You could definitely have introduced a giraffe out there and if I was cooking it would go unobserved while I walked around it assembling ingredients.

Report from the repaired face: healing, looking more like a face, despite lurid areas, bp more predictable. No pictures, to spare the sensitive. 

I'll be quite good at applying the dressing by the time I don't need to any more. Round your nose and across under your eye is hilly terrain, slippery with Aquafor, to apply a flat, nonstick, dressing and tape it down to be airtight. 

I'm pretty dexterous and I do wonder how all-thumbs people manage. The instructions do emphasize getting an airtight seal for healing. As if, when you're also eating and the whole area's moving gently however carefully you proceed. 

The stitches, now that I can see them, are tiny and beautiful. Augurs well.

I saw a great program about ancient hats of the Silk  Road today, much photo editing to do, organizing sorting out thoughts, and I'll  get it to you.