Le fabuleux destin... d'un cravate en soie...

Every time I pay a visit to the local thriftshop, the big plastic box with thrownaway ties is filled to the top.
oooh, how I like to grab in it and sort out the real silk ones and the fake.
I can sort them just by the touch, can't describe how , but well, I guess you all know the tremendous softness of silk.

I am not a tie fan, well I mean on men, maybe that is why I fel on a man who never wears them, only when he really really has to!
luckily he as a job where 'not wearing a tie' is common :-)

So what is it that makes me liking ties so much.
the colortones
the patterns
te soft touch
the knowledge that I can make a brand new necklace out of it.
Every thrownaway tie deserves the right on a second life!


While grabbing and touching, I keep asking myself why people throw them away......
are these ties 'altmodish'...
are the wearers bored by them...
is it their wifes, who are deciding to clear out the wardrobes...
did the wearers of them die...

I remember a week after my father died, my mother began to empty the wardrobes.
Gosh, I was really shocked by that.
Some people save and cherish all kind of things from deceased loved ones. Especially clothes...
well I respect my mother doing that, it was her way of accepting my fathers death.

But now I am so pity my mother threw away the ties of my father, maybe my brother inherited some of them, my husband certainly not, as he does not wear them...
I am sure I would have enjoyed giving the old ties of my father a new life :-)

rTo be continued.....