Does it matter which country this was taken? Does it matter whether they are white or black? Does it matter?
It only matters so we could not forget and be merciful.
My newest and most ardent passion is silk. Touching, feeling, sewing, shaping and then adding color to the lush fabric puts a huge smile on my face that turns to giggles and laughter.
Here is some of my latest work:
Hand made Emerald Blue Kimono, floor length with Shibori technique on collar and sleeves.
Emerald camisole and hand made Thai pants.
Hand painted silk scarf.
Hand dyed blue scarf with Shibori technique.
All pieces are to mix and match for an incredible luxurious look and feel.
My father whom I admired with all my heart said that, “A man takes a woman to the dance floor and she becomes his show-piece. He does not overcome her with his presence but shows off her beauty and charm. He shows her off.”
When I saw Easy Virtue, I thought of my wonderful father and his poignant thoughts on the subject. As a man from Egypt, one would not think he was so progressive and avant-garde. But he was. When he died, I was heart-broken. He left me with thoughts and ideas to last me till the day I die.
People have suggested that I walk well in high heels. Non other than my father is responsible for that also. When he saw me walking like a new born giraffe, he took it upon himself to spend some evenings with me. He placed a book on my head and watched me walk back and forth in the living room till I managed to step properly.
“If you cannot walk in the damn shoes, don’t wear them,” he said several times, smiling and indulging me.
I also indulged him and followed his direction. Though small in stature, he was large in spirit and heart. No one else took the time but my father taught me to Tango, Rumba, Samba and Waltz.
This dance is for my father whom I loved.