After lunch yesterday, my visiting Aus friend and a Uruguay friend went to see the embroidery and lace collection owned by a man from a large older Uruguayan family. What we saw in his Montevideo apartment included enough household linens for several homes. ( although each of his several homes apparently has a similar quantity of stuff – mind boggling) He, L, and his wife R, clearly have differing views on how much is necessary /enough!!! (reminds me of a well known quilting friend and hubby in Perth WA)
The pieces we saw included a portion of very high quality various whitework and cutwork cloths, some absolutely huge, a couple over 4m length. Many came with matching serviettes; there were some curtains ( a gorgeous Italian cutwork one with panels of an embroidered mesh lace hanging between the bedroom wing and the living room) some pillow cases and hand towels. Much of the embroidery was done by his mother, and other work commissioned by L. himself, clearly a devotee of embroidery and lace. Venetian lace afficionados – eat your hearts out. I did not have a camera with me, and would have felt a bit awkward, anyway, considering this is the first time we have met.
R. wants him to sell a lot of it to give some space in the cupboards and drawers in their home – and he is clearly reluctant… there was a very beautiful piece of Assisi work that took my eye, but whether we would ever be able to be able to agree on a reasonable price is yet to be seen – the emotional component of any price he is likely to suggest will be large, and I feel I will not be able to justify any purchase…. but although I have found some absolute gems out on the street feria de Tristan Navaja on sunday mornings, there are a couple of things I would really love to have.
My Aus friend, still not really accustomed to the different daily timetable here, by 7pm was looking a bit anxious re the hour; but I knew DH would know that with my Uruguayan friend I would probably be late home, as usual – at 7-30pm visiting Aus husband phoned ” to see whether he and DH should eat or wait dinner?” but, by then we were really pressing our departure, and the guys’ faces were a picture when we staggered in about 20 mins later, weary, a little bewildered by all we had seen, but absolutely stone cold sober and more than ready for the glass of wine offered. The dinner was on the verge of being completely cooked – all I had to do was stir the gravy and my Aus friend set the table – I am always grateful and impressed with how DH steps into the breach on such occasions!
Apart from the wonderful cultural experience for my visiting friend of sipping tea from a glorious antique tea set, in a lovely apartment furnished with antiques and lots of lovely stuff, it was a lovely textile afternoon. Thanks to my Uruguayan friend, V.