Every time I go to Menlo Park Mall, I would visit my favorite item, to see, to touch, to feel its perfection. It’s hanging proudly in Nordstrom, an expensive store. A silk long sleeved pajamas with matching silk pants, which I can’t afford. It’s been there for quite a while, but last weekend, it’s gone. I guess somebody bought it, or the store finally decided to retire it and put something else on display.
Since I can’t have it, I’ve so far found many good reasons not to have it. When the fox cannot reach the grapes, the grapes must be sour. Silk is basically the saliva of the silk worms that eventually become the silk strands. I know. The texture is smooth, the color is naturally glossy. Just feel it on your skin, it is heaven. But the beauty has its humble beginning–the drooling of the worms. By not wearing a silk pajamas, I know I am not wrapping myself up in some creature’s spits.
The second reason is that it is environmentally unfriendly. Two mulberry trees are hardly enough to produce one blouse. And the whole body pajamas used twice the silk of a blouse. As a conscientious citizen of the world, I don’t want to burden the environment like that.
Silk brings a lot of memories. One thing I have too much is nostalgia. It plagues me and will not leave me alone; it entices me to look back rather than looking forward; it shows up more conspicuous whenever I face difficulties or become sick. Nostalgia is as alluring as the silk.
When I was young in a boarding high school, I had a friend who’s mother worked in a local silk factory. During the production of silk, there are always certain parts of silk that’s flawed in the weaving process, which were later identified and sold in heavy discount to the employees. She could often carry back to school pieces of silk of various sizes, colors, and quality. We made cushions, little silk bags, coin purses, decorations. We had such a good time. I was very bad with needlework, and silk is not the easiest material to work with. Other people in the dorm often had to redo what I had sewed. I was scolded and told to improve myself, but I enjoyed it all the same.