I was struck by the saturated colors of these ribbons in a window years ago at Allied Arts—and today went out shopping for Christmas ribbons. The textures as well as the colors do good things for the spirit, on a rainy afternoon, and I've been brightened by the rolls and rolls of gauzy woven light. I ended up with just a few, one bronzy and one melon shot with gold, and then a kind of snowflake ribbon, with the sparkle of ice crystals just about to melt on breath-warmed glass.
I was tempted as well by gorgeous taffetas, in bronzes too and little knots of red, thinking what scarves they'd make—but realized in the end that even sewing hems is something beyond me just now, my sewing machine buried under drafts of novels and other unfinished creative projects.
I did buy some squares of Bali batiks to wrap gifts in, complementing the ribbons.
I was tempted as well by gorgeous taffetas, in bronzes too and little knots of red, thinking what scarves they'd make—but realized in the end that even sewing hems is something beyond me just now, my sewing machine buried under drafts of novels and other unfinished creative projects.
I did buy some squares of Bali batiks to wrap gifts in, complementing the ribbons.
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