Every time I look at the motifs in this fabric, it is taking me right back to Africa: that large, vast continent. Olle and I have seen so many places, but I got most of my inspiration in an old, green tea planter’s house. We arrived late afternoon after a magical journey down the river. From the boat, which was packed with colourful bags, we could see an elephant seemingly walking with us along the bank. The captain told us it would bring good luck.
The house, converted into a safari lodge, is run by women who had scattered mandalas in large floral patterns in the sand right outside our front door.
Inside, it was surprisingly cool. Near the green walls, decorated with wooden masks and wicker plates, I spotted a loom, some thread spools, and all kinds of items made from woven ikat.
They served me tea in a cup decorated with the same mandala pattern as I had seen when entering the lodge and there was an array of fresh fruit on a large, green tray. The tiny vases on the table were made of recycled African glass.
The bed in the bedroom had been made with bedding featuring an elegant African print. And a beautiful floral kimono was waiting for me.
Olle’s girl was gifted a hand threaded necklace. He started to blush. Because in this part of Africa, these beads symbolise a declaration of love. I enjoyed the last rays of sunlight in my kimono. I was overwhelmed with happiness. When I got up, I saw a wicker elephant. The captain turned out to be right. I will go on many more safaris this summer, indulging myself in my own collection. Will you join me?
