This Victorian Gentleman's handkerchief was bought by a friend of mine at Greenwich market, in London about ten years ago. I first saw it when she wore it to a wedding, the patterned silk cloth peeping glamorously out from the breast pocket of her fitted black frock coat. "I like your handky" I said, pointing towards it. She slowly teased the cloth from her top pocket in a jiggling, playful motion to reveal the little stockinged leg attached below. Smiling she made it dance for me, a jaunty one legged shimmy. It was a funny and captivating performance, a small but perfect act of theatre.
I was so taken with the handkerchief that she kindly gave it to me and although I accepted it with delight it was clear in my mind then that I wanted to try and make one for her in return. Not to copy it, but to try and capture it's spirit in some way, it's saucy but home spun esoteric charm.
The following posts will chart my attempts to re-interpret this pocket handkerchief for her.
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