The silk is from my senior prom dress. I chose it back then for its wonderful slubbiness and the irridescent play of the differently colored warp and weft. I suspect he chose it from the scrap basket for the same reason. The plaid taffeta was cut twenty-some-odd years ago for a dress for a little girl who outgrew it before it could be made; the pieces were given to my mom, and I outgrew it, and the pieces languished in the bin until he and I found them again.
Together with some "chili pepper" thread they have become something even more magical...a place for a tiny note in silver pen, a scattering of pixie dust, and a single gold coin.
Tonight I gestated a new tradition; tommorrow I witness its birth!