Laying on my bed still half asleep, raindrops falling thrills me. The glorious cacophony (that word is for you Stephen) silences all my other thoughts. In the distance, though, I hear the kitties running around downstairs- engaged in their dramatic calisthenics, which includes flying off the staircase.
...and BINGO. Loudspeakers go off. I rarely hear the call to prayer in this 'hood. I'm distracted by the sudden thought that this is normal and so I sleep right through it every morning. What I don't sleep through, though, are the church bells ringing every Sunday morning at 9:30 & 10:30 am... Call to prayer; normal. Church bells; abnormal :)
Just something I noticed. That is all.
On another topic, I feel totally normal in my new habitat. Istanbul is no longer that mysterious lover that I can't quit. That lover that I need to continuously overdose on because I need the fix so badly.
Istanbul is my constant companion who divulges stories freely now. Secrets for stories, evoking continuous attention.
A recent outing this week after work to Eminönü, I became acquainted with a few of the city's gems; the terzi street with lush fabrics that I am now drooling about purchasing to make my first HollyCouture item of clothing I've been envisioning in my mind for quite a long time. Yes, finally something is materializing from some incredible material I bought in Oman earlier this year... or last year. Can't quite remember as Oman is quite charming in the fabric store area- as well as just natural beauty overall. Damn, that country keeps speaking to me too... but the weather... the desert heat... I'd have to be pretty motivated to move back to the Middle East think.
Also I found among the narrow alleys the Mehmet Effendi coffee line... L-Fezz took me years ago & I knew where in the general area it was, but now I know... I too will wait in that coffee line one day for some fresh beans.
Kitchen supply hot deals are to be found in Eminönü as well. A baker's wet dream of a street. Certainly in this city where one can find a baking rack to the tune of 70TL... Çok pahala...
Art supply stores galore! I was introduced to one in particular. The story goes something like this. The owners don't charge the usual astronomical Turkey taxes to customers. I walked out with a set of basic watercolors, etc.
THAT was a fun outing. Even the part where we got lost after getting off at 2 wrong metro exits. Who knew that you had to take Yeniköy exit & get on the Marmary line to get off at Sirkeci. No matter. Twas interesting to walk around the Istanbul University neighborhood for a bit. We had a ball. You know, da kine.
But before playing out that scenario, I have more to divulge; more secrets to share from stories passed on down to me by the city. Pinking shears. Yes, pinking shears are on my mental list now. Now that I spied that fabric... This idea I envision: the skirt originally face from the Saturday Alfama flea market. Lisbon is another great city that felt good to be in. Felt like I could hang for a while in (a while being a 2-year time frame, more or less).
Solo_ojo & I made our way there a few years back on a real estate-seeking 'business' trip. Think of it as r&r from Gaziantep if you wish... Anyway, I wore the shit outta that skirt, and still want to. Problem is that, due to the design, there is pressure that comes together at this precarious seam continuously when wearing it that it tears. It's in a very focal point of the design- the ass. It's kinda like a long shaped diamond (on its n/s axis) where 4 seams come together. Anyway, time to re-create it.
I knew there was a reason for buying 3 different kinds of material on that Oman trip with Sher-bear. I've been sitting on it for a year maybe and finally the light bulb went on. It shocked me as it went on as I was walking by a terzi (tailor shop) and
I see some sort of lightweight dark, fine twill. A more conservative dark blue/gray/green color, yet with a funky twill design twist. It should contrast most interestingly with the brighter colored Islamic geometric print from the Omani fabrik. Perhaps a contrasting thread too- in a larger length stitch. maybe that yellow fabric... Oh the ideas! The decisions! The excitement of an idea morphing into a design into an eventual article of clothing!!!
I'm back to sleep.The birds have started their freaking out about the impending sunrise... Not long now. Now long now until I fall back into a deep slumber. Upon waking I'll wonder if this was all just a dream; Dream City.