A thousand years ago [feels like it] a boy liked a girl - a dewy faced, idealistic girl of twenty five [me]. In an attempt to seduce her with his coolness he drove her 1000km to his home town which abounded in many multicultural delights to which she was unaccustomed. They dined in a Turkish restaurant and sipped Salep - an enchanting sweet milky concoction made from powdered mountain orchid and cinnamon. He succeeded: she was in love.
So I did marry that very cool guy sometime after that and thirteen years later I'm still in love: with him and with all things Turkish!
I have just finished knitting a necklace-scarf using a gorgeous pink Turkish yarn. It is a soft wool with brilliant jewel colours throughout. I edged it in a crocheted picot trim of kitchen string.
I finished my little Turkish scarf off with an oval shaped polished ruby and some kitchen string scallops. I do like the contrast of the luxurious wool and ruby and the simple, almost raw, material of the string. Some Turkish love to keep my heart cosy.