Boy, did we get it wrong!

First, the spelling of the material is shwe shwe. Second, the material of the pants Loret and Helmein made for me is not shwe shwe, but Nigerian fabric. Not that it matters, but now I know that what I really, really love is Nigerian fabric. Shwe shwe is patterned, but much tamer than Nigerian, and not waxed. I have some, but I want more of both. There is a FABULOUS pattern that I want to make bathroom curtains or shades out of — I’ll be the envy of the neighborhood for sure! Or not. But I will love it. Helmein told me about a shwe shwe sewing project in a settlement that I understood to be next to Groot Brak. Wrong! We had to go to hell and gone trying to find the place, but finally we succeeded, a long way away from Groot Brak. Alas, they don’t sell shwe shwe, they make things, so I bought a bunch of buttons and what Laird calls a Zulu One Pot — a fabric “oven”. So you can cook rice in 1/2 hour after it boils instead of 20 minutes. No wonder they also call it the Wonder Pot, which was apparently very popular in SA awhile back. Turns out both Marita and Noekie have one. Now I do too. Made out of shwe shwe. Aren’t I lucky?!?
Tomorrow is Eel Day at Stillbaai. No, not eating them, petting and feeding them. Our friend, and my miracle worker, Carina is going with us, so I expect we’ll have a great day. Shwe shwely yours, jm & lg