
The next two days were spent driving into the desert towards the Great Rann of Kutch not far from the border of Pakistan, visiting rural communities. These were really privileged encounters, only made possible by the special relationships that our guides had forged with these villages over years.
We were welcomed into a home in the first village by a lovely family, who invited us to sit together on a rug. We sat cross-legged in a circle as samples of fabric, showing local embroidery techniques, were passed around. One of the women demonstrated how the stitches were done, carefully showing us each step.
She showed us how to sew tiny mirrors onto fabric using neat circular stitches. Some people in our group picked it up straight away, but it was far too fiddly for me- I’m seriously lacking in patience!
As we worked, we listened to stories about village life and what it was like to be a woman in this community. Our host told us about her family and her hopes for the future. She was unusual in that she has ambitions for her youngest daughter to become a teacher.
Right- one of the villagers in a beautiful embroidered Kanjari (tunic top)
Left my ham-fisted attempt at sewing a 50mm mirror onto fabric.




Of course we then had to 'exit via the gift shop' where I felt compelled to buy two quilts. I was fast getting a reputation in the group for being an out of control shopper!Our final stop of the day was to an extraordinary village where we were greeted like long lost friends. It was truly magical. This community does not usually allow visits from tours as they are very private, but Sian, Tuhina and Pravin our guides have built up a wonderful friendship with the villagers, so we were incredibly fortunate to be welcomed in this way.

We were also lucky enough to pick up a few pieces of embroidery from them, which I shall really cherish.
Below left shows a machine embroidered Kanjari which was made as a gift for one of our guides Tuhina by the village 'fashion designer'! She was a really stylish woman who had shown a real love of making clothes, and many of the women in the village wore garments made by her.

On the bus back to Bhuj, I found myself reflecting that although some of these villages might be described as ‘poor’, they felt incredibly rich in community and friendship. It made me think about how busy and stressful our lives in London often are, and how so many people there have taken up crafting as a way to reconnect with themselves and slow down.
When I later told my friends about these communities, about how the women spend their days sitting together, embroidering and talking, they all said the same thing: “That sounds like my idea of heaven.”
To be continued.....
