Let’s face it, we take towels for granted. We can buy them cheaply in all manner of color and thickness, in person or online. We drape them casually after they drink up wet beads from our skin, never thinking about their origin or maker.
Towels are part of our everyday existence, mostly unremarkable in their function and form.
This wasn’t always so. Towels were once precious textilian pieces of art produced by artisanal looms and nimble hands. Today, handwoven towels are on the brink of material extinction. Continue reading
It was the beginning of a new millennium. The year 2000 had come with no calamities or misfortunes, but it did bring the winds of change.
I find myself once again in Tunisia—the people are goodhearted—almost innocent—it feels safe here.
