Textile Design

Maybe this is weird, but I can't stop thinking of this tablecloth! I wish I could take it home and hang it on a wall or a window. But it wasn't for sale, and even if it was, I don't have room for it in my suitcase. (Travel is making me a minimalist by circumstance, not choice.)

I saw it at restaurant at the Window of the World park, and while everyone else was staring at the little Taj Mahal and taking photos of the small London monuments across the river, I could not stop staring at this splash of colour. These imperfect zigzags. It reminds me of an excited conversation between friends, all sharp squeals and a rhythmic banter. The way I talk with my girlfriends, layering topic over topic in quick succession, vibrant and dizzying, an exchange of ideas and unconditional support.