When I walked into the shop, I thought it would be full of the sort of textiles from Uzbekistan and Afghanistan I had seen so many times before which, though lovely, had not inspired me to buy them. But then I saw the Russian trade cloth, firstly in the edging and some of the patches in the wall-hanging:
Here are some closeups. The florals were so exquisite I thought I was going to faint:
Then I saw the quilt and loved the ikat-patterned silk:
But, when I turned it over and saw the faded red floral on the back, I knew I had to have it as well:
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