So I was surprised to encounter a stain on one of these ties. It was subtle and in an unusual location – far up from the flap and almost camouflaged by the tie’s intricate pattern. Fortunately, the stain washed out fairly easily and I was able to use the tie. But I wondered about the source of the stain. Thanksgiving dinner? Office party? I realize as I handle ties that they each have stories and memories - and sometimes stains.
My favorite batch of ties came from a gentleman who was cleaning out his father’s house after his father had passed away. The ties were gorgeous and unusual, colors and designs from a different era. As I made purses from these ties, I sent pictures to the man who sold me the ties. I ended up making purses for his nieces for mother’s day – gifts made with their grandfather’s memories.
So as I deal with stains and imperfections, I know that I am also dealing with memories and events. And isn’t it nice to create something useful with that history? Something that will, itself, create memories.