Cloth and Memory

My Cloth Memory

When I was little I had a favourite blanket, These days me and my mother call it my baby blanket. Its a small rectangle shape with pretty frills around the edge, Of course when I was a baby it seemed much bigger and like the best thing in the world. It was printed with little animals such as giraffes and.... giraffes are all I remember. After all it was a long time ago. This was my first lasting memory of cloth.

Mothers Cloth Memory

I asked my mother what her memory of cloth was and she said her favourite memory of cloth is fuzzy felt, When she was at nursery, Her teachers would cut out shapes for her to play with, She said it felt soft and she enjoyed playing with them. When I imagine fuzzy felt I always imagine bright colours. This is a good focal point to use if I was to develop this memory of cloth.

Step Fathers Cloth Memory

When I asked my step father about his memory of cloth, He smiled and told me that his favourite memory of cloth was working on a market stall selling fabric. As a textiles student I rely on market stalls for a lot of things but I never knew my step father sold fabric on a market stall in his younger years so I was really interested. He said he enjoyed every minute of it, From being stood in the cold with a cup of tea to helping out a customer get exactly what they wanted. The fabric he touched with his cold hands was not a soft feeling, but it was a lasting memory.

Dads Cloth Memory

My dads lasting memory of cloth is suede. He is the kind of person that buys so many expensive pieces of clothing and never wears them. He is obsessed with suede, His favourite thing is the feel of it and how it moves.

Boyfriends Cloth Memory

The silk finish on the inside of his suit which he nervously rubbed during his first ever job interview. 

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