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Embroidery is putting the final touches to their hair when Knitting calls through from the kitchen asking if she wants a tea before they head out. Embroidery agrees and with one final tweak of their flower hair clip goes and joins Knitting.

'I cannot thank you enough for coming along with me. I'm so nervous!' Embroidery sits at the table with Knitting who hands them their cup.

'Anything for my bestie. I'm really proud of you actually. I know how hard it was when you and Rayon split up and I just want you to be happy.'

Embroidery casts them a grateful smile and lifts their cup in a toast, 'To friendship and finding happiness. Cheers!'

Twenty minutes later, they've drunk their tea, triple-checked their clothes and hair, and caught a taxi.

The venue is a town hall-style-building in the city centre. The host is an energetic middle-aged woman, who smiles a greeting at the pair.

‘Hello, I'm Jenny, could I get your names? Okay, Embroidery and Knitting! What a pleasure to have you both here. I'm sure you'll be very popular tonight. Here are your nametags,’ which have their names on top and pronouns underneath, ‘Here are your score sheets. Write your name and number at the top. Make a note of your date's name and number and any other notes you have. We'll explain the rest when we begin. Have a mingle at the bar while we wait for the others.'

The pair move inside to the main bar room. There are six or so other arts and fibres milling around making small talk. Embroidery makes eye contact with a few people and her heart lifts.

'Not bad so far, check out Cotton over there, nice colours. Really stable as a fabric too.'

'Hopefully the person inside will be as nice as the outside looks.' Knitting grins.

Embroidery thinks the room is lovely: really spacious, with a long bar at the back. A huge mirror covers the back wall, reflecting everything in the room. The venue is obviously closed to the public for this event, so there are only ten tables, but they’re arranged in a circle with two chairs at each one.

Knitting orders a shot of whisky, neat, and Embroidery gets a gin and tonic. They chat idly about the weather, current projects and other nonsense while a dozen more people make their way into the hall.

Jenny walks to the side of the room and says, 'Hello, folks! Welcome to Haberdashery Speed Dating! We're so pleased you're here and we're hopeful that some really great projects will come out of your pairings.

'You've been given your score sheets. Use these to help you decide if you want to be matched at the end of the event. We'll have five dates, a twenty minute break and then another five dates. You'll be sitting in a circle with arts on the inside edge and fibres on the outside. At the end of the date, I’ll ring this bell,’ she rings the bell, ‘and the fibres will move around to the right and begin the next date. At the end you're welcome to mingle some more. Please ensure you hand in your sheets to Dave,' she gestures to her associate, 'He'll be in touch tomorrow or maybe the day after with contact details of anyone you matched with and you'll take it from there. Any questions?'

She smiles at the room and waits for a moment.

A fat black woman raises her hand, ‘How long are the dates, please?'

'Oh, yes, five minutes each. Anything else?'

A few people shake their heads and when no one else says anything, Jenny continues, 'Right, let's get going! Take a seat, remember: arts on the inside, fibres on the outside.'

Everyone moves to the tables and chairs and gets settled.

Embroidery's Dates

First Date

• Name: Silk
• Pronouns: He/him
• From: Jinan, China
• Wearing: a single-breasted, slim-fit navy wool suit; white silk shirt with a red and blue paisley tie; walnut Derby shoes; hearing aids in both ears
• Physically: short and of average build; with dark hair (short back and sides and parted on the left) and eyes; manicured nails

Silk’s speech is carefully enunciated and he looks directly at Embroidery’s mouth, ‘Hello, Embroidery, I'm Silk. It is a pleasure to meet you.’

Embroidery smiles, ‘Likewise, Silk.’ She pauses, chuckles and continues, ‘The first date is rather a double-edged sword, isn't it?’

He smiles back, ‘Yes, I suppose it is. On one hand, you cannot compare it to any other dates and on the other you can't compare it to any other dates.’

They both laugh. ‘So shall we just embrace the awkward and talk about what we're looking for here?’

Silk says, ‘Deal! To be frank, I'm incredibly busy with work and I have had a difficult time meeting single arts. My friends, and even my mother, have had a go at fixing me up with people, and I've made some lovely items, but I feel like there is something better out there for me. In the short term, I think perhaps some shirts and ties, long term something more intimate like nightwear or lingerie.’ He looks down with a faint blush. ‘What about you? What are you looking for?’

Embroidery smiles, ‘I get that. Trying to balance all the things in life can be a real challenge. I'm not against making clothes, but I admit I'm mostly keen on home furnishings and decoration - tapestries for example. My job at a wedding shop means lots of dresses.’

‘Right, that makes sense too. What about artwork for display?’

‘That would be fun to -’

A bell interrupts them and Jenny calls out for the fibres to move around.

‘- try. Thank you for the chat, it was nice meeting you, Silk.’

‘It was nice meeting you too, Embroidery - enjoy the rest of the evening.’

Embroidery ticks the yes box.

Second Date

• Name: Acrylic
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Chelmsford, Essex, UK
• Wearing: a red wiggle dress with a deep V-neck; nylons with a seam up the back; black stilettos; huge hoop earrings; a ring on her right ring finger with a huge cubic zirconia
• Physically: average height; very curvy; tanned white skin; bleach blonde hair with long wavy extensions; false eyelashes frame bright blue eyes; nude lipstick with a darker lip liner; long nails painted to match her dress

‘Oh. My. God. Embroidery, I love your hair! So cute. Where did you get that clip?’

‘Aw, how sweet, thank you. It was a gift, so I don't know where it came from, unfortunately. You also look fabulous tonight, the red really suits you.’

‘Thank you. I wanted to put my best foot forward and see if I could find an art to suit me. I've got a bit bored with macramé and crochet! I know I suit warmer clothes and they're always up for a jumper or gloves. I thought it would be fun to have a go at weaving maybe. Does embroidery work well with acrylic?’

‘I do okay with it. It tends to be more functional than decorative, given how strong you are. It would depend a lot on what we were trying to make. I could see us making a fun table cloth, for example, but I probably wouldn't do a wedding dress.’

‘Ah yeah, that makes sense. I'm sure we could have a right laugh together, but that would be all. Anyone else here caught your eye yet? Spill the tea, girl!’

Embroidery laughs - she cannot believe how guileless this woman is. ‘I’m only one date in, but, judging by appearances, Cotton so far. They look amazing. Your turn, any good gossip?’

'Oh babe, I've got my eye on Knitting, I love that down-to-earth, easy, uncomplicated vibe they have.'

'I'm friends with Knitting, they were kind enough to come tonight as moral support! They are really sweet.' 

'That's great, you can put in a good word for me!!'

The bell rings and Acrylic groans in frustration. ‘Thwarted! I'll try and find you at half time. Thanks for the chat.’ With a little wave, the fibres shift around again.

Embroidery ticks the no box.

Third Date

• Name: Polyester
• Pronouns: They/them
• From: New York City, USA
• Wearing: a white jumpsuit with red trim belted at the waist; the legs are wide and so are the lapels; wide framed red glasses; white platform shoes
• Physically: very tall and very skinny; dark black skin; brown eyes; curly ginger brunette hair just touching their shoulders

Embroidery smiles at Polyester and says, ‘Hello, I'm Embroidery. How are you doing tonight?’

Polyester laughs, ‘Good, thanks. I mostly came to support my partner, Bamboo. She promised to take me dancing afterwards.’ They wiggle in their seat.

‘Oh, are you looking to do a three-way project? And what sort of dancing do you like?’

‘We’re open to it. We’ve done things with other arts before and enjoyed it. You ever tried any blended fibres before? You'll think this is either very cool or very sad, but: disco. Like classic stuff, from The Bee Gees, Boney M, Gloria Gaynor, etcetera.’

‘I have worked with bamboo and cotton blends before, but bamboo and polyester would be new to me. As for the disco, I'll go with cool. I like when people have something special they care about. I have to say, I knew someone who worked in a hotel a few years ago when the International Bee Gees Convention was happening. I think one of the band members was there and everything. I told him to get an autograph, but he wouldn't do it. I might have teased him about his attendance at said conference for some time after, but I will neither confirm or deny that.’

‘Okay, I like the Bee Gees, but I'm not sure if I'm up to attending an international convention. What about you, do you like music much?’

‘I'm a sucker for some EDM, that's the dancing I like to do. Perhaps we should try a sort of cultural exchange?’

‘I’d be willing to give it a go, but I make no promises.’

‘Oh, we could start with some remixes of the disco tracks you know! There’s bound to be some remixes or covers of the big hits.’

‘That would either be very good or very, very bad.’ They laugh.

The bell cuts through the noise of the room and they smile at each other. Polyester finishes up with, ‘Anyway, I'm game - always up for a night of dancing.’

Embroidery ticks the yes box.

Fourth Date

• Name: Wool
• From: Sydney, Australia 
• Pronouns: He/him
• Wearing: a teal cable-knit jumper; a kilt with shades of blue, green and gold; prosthetic left leg from below the knee; knee-high cream coloured wool socks; black ankle boots
• Physically: blond hair with fringe flopping over to the right; blue eyes; white skin, clean shaven

Wool carefully sets down his drink and manoeuvres into his chair. ‘Ah, there we go. Hello, Embroidery, lovely to see you again.’

‘Always nice to run into you, Wool. I didn’t think you were coming to this one. Change of plans?’

‘Yeah, I was going to go out with a group of knitters, but they decided to go sailing and you know how I feel about water, so I decided to change tack.’

‘Ha! Tack! Wise choice. It is kind of nice to spend a few minutes with a familiar face. Knitting was kind enough to come with me tonight, have you seen them yet?’

‘Not yet, but I always get on well with Knitting. Quite keen to try something new though. Do you know anything about Nålebinding? They seem really interesting.’

‘Only by reputation I'm afraid. In a similar vein, do you happen to know anything about Silk? I found him very charming.’

‘Ooh la la. Not the chap here tonight, but I've friends who made some mixed fibres with others of his ilk and the resulting material was very nice. I would definitely consider working with him if we got on - no idea from the crafting side though, sorry.’

‘No worries, he'll either put me down or not.’

The bell rings once more and Wool smiles as he levers himself from his chair, says his goodbyes and walks to the next table along.

Embroidery ticks the yes box, she is always happy to see friends.

Fifth Date

• Name: Cotton
• From: Puducherry, India
• Pronouns: They/them
• Wearing: a peacock blue cotton saree printed with peacock feathers in green and gold; gold khussa shoes; bangles on each wrist 
• Physically: long salt and pepper hair in loose curls down to the middle of their back; a tidy stubble beard; kohl lined brown eyes; plum lipstick; tall with a Rubenesque figure; dark skin

‘Good evening Embroidery, I'm Cotton.’

‘I spotted you when we came in - your saree is stunning. I love the colours.’

‘Thank you so much, I am particularly fond of this one. I love your shade of green too. I have a real fondness for the rainbows in life.’

‘I've had the pleasure of working with a lot of different cottons over the years and I think you'd be a lot of fun. I am always excited to try different colour combinations and make art, especially with formal wear. I end up with white wedding dresses so often, it is a real treat to make something colourful.’

‘I would love the chance to explore formal wear. I think I often get overlooked because of the other more delicate fabrics out there, like chiffon and georgette. I am very stable and that can impact the look. But I think that stability would lend itself very well to embroidery.’ She paused and took a deep breath, ‘I'm feeling rather inspired by this!’

‘We definitely need to meet up and have a go at a project. Even if it doesn't turn out as we hope, it'll be an incredible experience.’

‘Are you thinking of cotton backing with cotton thread or are you wanting to bring in another fibre for the base and use cotton for the embroidery?’

‘I think the former, simply because it would be more durable and easier to care for?’

‘Yeah, when you mix fibres it can be a bit hit and miss with washing etc. and cotton is really good at holding its shape once you have it how you like.’

Embroidery ticks the yes box.

The bell rings out and Jenny says, ‘Break time, folks! We'll take a twenty minute break now. I'll give you a five minute warning and then we'll dive into the second half. Thanks, everyone!’

Twenty Minute Break

Embroidery makes her way to the bar and asks the bartender for a glass of white wine. They look around the room as she waits - the clothes are a feast for the eyes. She’s definitely feeling more optimistic about the event now. They see Silk spot them and he joins her, asking the bartender for another glass of Dom Pérignon.

‘How are you getting on, Embroidery? Are you enjoying yourself?’

‘It has been both better and worse than I thought it might be. It has been really fun getting to meet so many people and learn more about them. Five minutes isn't really long enough to get very deep, though. How are you finding it? Meet anyone good?’

‘I am definitely interested in meeting some people and there are still five more dates to go. I guess I'll see how it all comes out when Dave gets back to us.’ He smiles.

Knitting joins the pair, pausing to ask the bartender for a mint tea.

Embroidery smiles at them and asks, ‘Knitting, have you met Silk yet?’

‘Yes, date number two. Good to see you again.’

‘Hello, Embroidery of The Amazing Hair! And Knitting of the Fab Colour Work!’ Acrylic arrives in the conversation.

‘Oh hi Acrylic! This is Silk; Silk, Acrylic.’ Embroidery introduces them.

‘Charmed.’ she says, then adds to the bartender, ‘One Sex on the Beach, please.’ Turning back to the others she continues, ‘what a great night, right?! Everyone has been so cool and fun and I'm really excited to meet the rest. Then we can all have another drink and go dancing!’

Wool asks the barkeep for a pint of Great Northern Beer and says hi to Embroidery, giving them a kiss on the cheek.

‘Hi, Wool! It was such a treat to run into you. I dragged Knitting here and I could have just tagged along with you. Oh, this is Silk and Acrylic - folks, this is Wool.’

Acrylic says hi and compliments his jumper. Embroidery notices that Silk seems to lose the power of speech. The conversation moves on to the venue, how people got here, what they think so far and where the best dancing is going to be later.

Embroidery gets talking with Acrylic about some wild night out the latter had two weeks ago. Embroidery likes Acrylic well enough, but finds her overwhelming and Embroidery eventually manages to extricate themself to the loos and then outside briefly, before returning inside to stand beside Knitting.

She sees Polyester talking to the fat black woman from before and assumes that must be Linen. They look amazing together and she finds themself looking forward to meeting Linen later. Everyone moves around in loose circles and the conversation flows around her - local dining spots are discussed, mutual friends discovered and gossip exchanged. 

The five minute warning bell rings out. People who haven’t been to the loo try to casually check their reflections in the bar mirror, and then everyone moves to their tables.

Sixth Date

• Name: Cashmere
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Herat, Afghanistan
• Wearing: a long white A-line skirt; pale green cashmere knitted tank with a strand plait cable pattern; brown Birkenstock sandals; bangles on her left wrist; a ring on her right thumb
• Physically: stout and muscular; olive skin; brown eyes; sandy hair (long and uncombed)

‘Ohhh Embroidery! You're a great art. I don't get to do too much with you though, I feel like people like appliqué with cashmere more than embroidery. Maybe because embroidery doesn't stretch very well?’

‘Maybe, I've not really spent much time with cashmere before. Am I right that it is made from goat hair?’

‘Yes! I actually have a herd on my farm. I've got 15 at the moment - I'd love to have more, but because I pull the shedding coat instead of shearing I would need to hire staff to help and then it becomes this whole thing. They're so sweet and the fibre is super soft. I am working on breeding programmes too, I'm hoping that I'll be able to do some trades and sales and put the money back into their enclosure and care. The farm has been in my family for generations. My parents are more with the cows, but my brother and I work the goats. I love the fibre, but he does more on the milk and cheese front. Do you like goat’s cheese?’

‘Yeah, I’ve had it on pizza and I love a goat’s cheese salad. It’s great that you have a family enterprise like that.’

‘Oh yeah, love a goat’s cheese salad. Especially with walnuts and a nice balsamic glaze. The farm is amazing, I'm so lucky that I can see my favourite people every day. My parents are third generation and I'll be there until I die - it’s my life. You're super easy to talk to - have you got any interest in trying to make some cashmere things?’

‘I honestly don't know. As you say, there's not a lot of embroidered cashmere about, so I feel like there’s a bit of a learning curve.’

The bell rings out and Embroidery feels a wave of relief, she’s heard a lot about goats in five minutes!

‘Good to meet you, Cashmere - bye!’

Cashmere grins, waves goodbye and bounces off to the right.

Embroidery ticks the no box.

Seventh Date

• Name: Jute
• From: Bardhaman, India
• Pronouns: He/him
• Wearing: cotton kurta in red with a gold diamond print and white pyjama; white mojaris
• Physically: black hair with a fade cut, longish on top; full, groomed beard; brown skin and eyes; shorter than average; average build

‘Hello, I'm Embroidery, nice to meet you.’

‘Likewise, I'm Jute.’

‘You look so familiar, have we met before?’

‘I don't think so. Maybe at the Fibre Fair last month?’

‘No… I didn't go last month. But I have been in the past and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I think it was at the wedding fair last April, maybe?’

‘Oh. I suspect that was my cousin, Burlap. There is a family resemblance. They're nice enough, but I'm more refined.’ he winks.

‘Ha! Refined, well played. I think you’re right, it was him I saw, sorry. You must get that a lot.’

‘Yeah, I'm sure he does too. Anyway, you went to the wedding fair? What did you think?’

‘Yes, it’s part and parcel for me, I'm afraid - all the wedding gowns worth having will have some fine embroidery on them. It can be a bit repetitive, but all the dresses represent such joy and hope it isn't so bad. The Fibre Fair definitely has a broader range of attendees, arts, fibres and trends and what not. I watched a sheep get sheared at one once and found the whole thing rather delightful. Jute is a plant fibre, is that right?’

‘Yes, that's right. I make really strong fibres that end up being used for home furnishings and decor rather than clothing. I know you can do some of that, but it sounds like you're more into the fashion side of things?’

‘Broadly, yes. We embroiderers vary a lot though and I bet there are people out there who would be delighted to work with you.’

‘That’s heartening, thank -’

The bell interrupts again.

‘- you.’

They smile at each other and Jute moves around.

Embroidery ticks the no box.

Eighth Date

• Name: Hemp
• From: Odesa, Ukraine
• Pronouns: He/him
• Wearing: a hemp/cotton blend t-shirt with a V-neck, blue jeans and Chelsea boots
• Physically: brown hair greying at the temples; hazel eyes; full tattoo sleeves on both arms; an eyebrow piercing in the left brow; average height and build

‘Heeey there!’ Hemp slides into his seat and grins at Embroidery.

‘Hey, great to meet you, Hemp.’

Hemp’s eyes widen in shock, ‘How did you know my name, man?’

Embroidery’s laugh bursts forth before she can think, and she says, ‘Your name tag!’

‘Oh man, I forgot I was wearing that! It was so creepy that you knew my name!’

‘Maybe I’m a psychic and I also know that you have a fondness for snack foods.’

‘Oh yeah, I love snacks. Favourite has to be crisps, the crunch is just so satisfying. Or maybe just bread. Bread is so good. You can put anything on bread. Peanut butter, jam, cheese, marmite, meat, hummus…’ he pauses and scrunches up his face, ‘Sorry, what was your question?’

‘Technically, I didn’t ask one, but you had some interesting thoughts on snack foods. What else are you into, Hemp?’

He straightens up in his chair saying, ‘Films. I help run the Odesa International Film Festival. I love a good story and the amount of work that goes into creating a great scene with set design, lighting, script writing, directing, costuming, make-up and hair, hell, even the soundtrack. The whole thing is totally my jam. What about you, what do you like?’

‘I like films too, but I think you appreciate them on a whole other level than I do. I’m not bothered about too much beyond the story. I like a good special effect though, especially in the older films before CGI was possible. Like when the ship turns over in The Poseidon Adventure . That was something that they really set-up and did. Amazing. Oh and the monsters they used to create! Granted, CGI has enabled some really fantastic storytelling that wouldn’t otherwise -’ the bell rings, interrupting Embroidery, but she finishes ’- even be possible.’

‘Thanks for a great date,’ Hemp looks at their tag, ‘Embroidery. Really nice to chat.’ He stands up and moves around to the next table.

Embroidery ticks the no box.

Ninth Date

• Name: Linen
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Dieppe, France
• Wearing: a fitted white bodysuit with a wide neck and long sleeves; sage green paperbag wide-legged trousers; black high-heeled sandals
• Physically: her mid-back length hair is half-up/half-down, in tiny braids. It has an ombre effect from the top with her natural black transitioning to navy and ending with bright blue at the end; average height and fat; skin and eyes are black; lips are painted with Shiseido Noble Plum.

Linen sits down and smiles at Embroidery. Embroidery can only stare.

Finally, she finds her voice, ‘My god, your hair is amazing.’

Linen smiles and thanks her. ‘I have so much fun with it. My sister, Flax, does the braids for me, otherwise it would be stupid expensive to maintain. I occasionally change the colour hue, but I’m digging the blue at the moment.’

‘I haven’t dared to colour my hair before - it’s so fine I worry about damaging it. Love that we are allowed quote-unquote to have funky hair now. I remember when I was growing up, anything out of the ordinary was bad and would stop you getting a job. Tattoos, for example.’

‘Totally agree. The whole thing about professionalism being barely disguised racism, classism, sizeism and misogyny. I could go on. It is so great that we’re finally starting to evolve enough that we can have some body diversity and modifications in workplaces.’

‘You’re so right, I have to remind myself that we have made a lot of progress. It is too easy to focus on the negatives and get frustrated with how far we still have to go.’

‘Oh yeah, that’s negativity bias isn’t it? I watched a really cool video from Leeja Miller about that this week.’ She pulls out her phone, ‘Let me look up the name - ah, here, it was called Why You Love Bad News . It was really interesting and made me realise I need to curate my information sources better and pace myself.’

‘I’ll have to look her up - thanks for the recommendation.’

The bell rings and Embroidery laughs, ‘I think I’ve developed a sixth sense for when the bell is going to ring!’

Linen returns both the smile and the laugh. ‘See you later, Embroidery.’

Embroidery ticks the yes box.

Tenth Date

• Name: Bamboo
• From: Shanghai, China
• Pronouns: She/her
• Wearing: a green t-shirt with ‘√-1 2³ Ʃ π... and it was delicious!’ written in white text, black tracksuit bottoms and black trainers
• Physically: medium brown skin, bright red hair cut into a bob parted on the right, blue eyes, average weight and height, she is using a powered wheelchair

As Bamboo approaches, she’s juggling drink, paper, and joystick and overshoots the table. Embroidery spots an upside down sticker on the back of her chair. It has a standard wheelchair user silhouette and, again upside down, the words, ‘if you can read this, flip me over’. They laugh.

As Bamboo corrects herself and gets settled Embroidery says, ‘Love your sticker. Hopefully you’ve never had cause to need it?’

‘Ha! Just once - let’s just say that there was a curb, some alcohol and an overzealous bit of dancing in the street. Totally worth it though. Anyway, it’s great to meet you - are you having a good night?’

’Yeah, actually, I was really nervous when I got here, but everyone has been so kind and it really has been fun to meet new people and talk about projects and hobbies. I have to ask, your shirt? I get “I ate and pie, and it was delicious”, but sigma?’

‘Ah, you fell into my trap - sigma is also the symbol for sum, so, “I ate some pie and it was delicious.” This shirt enables me to find my people: those who enjoy puns and maths.’

‘I like a good pun, my main problem is that I never manage to make them on purpose. So then I end up laughing at my unintentional puns more than anyone else. It’s a problem.’

‘I have several favourites that I can trot out on demand, how about this one: I had a joke about a needle in a haystack, but I can’t find it.’ Embroidery snorts. ‘Or what’s a maths teacher’s favourite kind of tree?’ She looks at Embroidery expectantly.

‘Hmm… I don’t know.’

‘Geometry.’

She laughs, ‘Oh god, that’s awful! You’re very funny - thank you for a great date.’

Embroidery ticks the no box: she liked Bamboo, but can’t think of a project she’d like to do.

The bell rings out for the final time and Jenny asks for everyone’s attention. ‘And that’s the end of the dating portion of the evening! We hope you enjoyed meeting each other. Please take a moment to ensure that your yesses and nos are clear on your sheet and get them to Dave -’ she gestures to him, ‘- before you head out for the rest of your evening. Any feedback is most welcome, come find me now or e-mail whenever you like. We always love hearing about successful projects, so please let us know if you make anything you love. Enjoy the bar, but be aware that they’ll close at 11 o’clock. Thanks again and goodnight!’

Chapter Two

Silk checks the time, takes a deep breath and shuts down his computer. He is mostly dreading this event, but he is even more tired of feeling lonely. Work shouldn’t be his entire personality, but he doesn’t know how to shift priority after so many years.

He checks his reflection in the bathroom mirror and decides he is happy enough with his appearance. He pops a mint in his mouth and heads out to walk to the venue.

When he arrives, a woman with a clipboard greets him.

'Welcome to Haberdashery Speed Dating, my name is Jenny, could I get your name? Great, I’ve got you here, Silk. I'm sure you'll be very popular tonight. Here is your name tag,’ it reads Silk on top and He/Him underneath. ‘Here is your score sheet. Write your name and number at the top. Make note of your date's name and number and any other notes you have as you go. We'll explain the rest when we begin. You’re the first to arrive, but have a drink at the bar while we wait for the others.'

Silk wanders through the room. It is a fairly standard bar room with 10 tables for two arranged in a circle. The bar takes up the entire width of the back of the room and has a giant mirror above it. The decor is a little dated, but it is clean. He makes his way to the bar and orders champagne - Dom Pérignon, his favourite. He takes a sip when it arrives and tries to centre himself and relax. This is supposed to be fun!

He leans against the bar and watches as other people trickle in. He feels a little overdressed as a few people in t-shirts and jeans come in, but then a woman in a stunning saree arrives and he feels better. He smiles at each of them, trying to look approachable. 

People drift over and order drinks. They exchange awkward smiles and small talk on the weather and local politics while trying to subtly check each other out.

Eventually, Jenny interrupts and says, 'Hello folks! Welcome to Haberdashery Speed Dating! We're so pleased you're here and we're hopeful that some really great projects will come out of your pairings.

Silk listens as she explains the plan for the evening. Then everyone moves to the tables and chairs and gets settled.

Silk’s Dates

First Date

• Name: Embroidery 
• Pronouns: She/they
• From: Guangzhou, China
• Wearing: a forest green chiffon dress with symmetrical geometric embroidery along the centre front and hem; a white flower is clipped in her hair; white trainers
• Physically: straight black hair parted in the middle falling to her mid-back; light brown skin; black eyes; plump and average height

Silk settles in and reads that his first date is called Embroidery. He takes a breath and says, ‘Hello, Embroidery, I'm Silk. It is a pleasure to meet you.’

They smile and he looks at her lips as they reply, ‘Likewise, Silk. The first date is rather a double-edged sword isn't it?’

‘Yes, I suppose it is. On one hand, you cannot compare it to any other dates and on the other you can't compare it to any other dates.’

They both laugh. ‘So shall we just embrace the awkward and talk about what we're looking for here?’

Silk says, ‘Deal! To be frank, I'm incredibly busy with work and I have had a difficult time meeting single arts. My friends, and even my mother, have had a go at fixing me up with people, and I've made some lovely items, but I feel like there is something better out there for me. In the short term, I think perhaps some shirts and ties, long term something more intimate like nightwear or lingerie.’ He can feel a blush forming and he casts his eyes downwards. ‘What about you? What are you looking for?’

She smiles, ‘I get that. Trying to balance all the things in life can be a real challenge. I'm not against making clothes, but I admit I'm mostly keen on home furnishings and decoration - tapestries for example. My job at a wedding shop means lots of dresses.’

‘Right, that makes sense too. What about artwork for display?’

‘That would be fun to -’

A bell interruptes them and Jenny called out for the fibres to move around.

‘- try. Thank you for the chat, it was nice meeting you Silk.’

‘It was nice meeting you too Embroidery, enjoy the rest of the evening.’

Silk ticks yes on his score sheet then moves to the next table on the right.

Second Date

• Name: Knitting
• Pronouns: They/them
• From: Egypt
• Wearing: a colour work knitted jumper; blue jeans; camel boots; calico glasses
• Physically: chin length dark brown hair with a gentle wave in it; medium dark brown skin; average height and weight; their eyes are brown with flecks of green

Silk slides into the chair across from Knitting and tries to look as friendly as he can. ‘Hello, I'm Silk, it's nice to meet you.’

‘Hello Silk, I'm Knitting, nice to meet you too. I am excited to meet another silk, I've worked with some others in the past and produced some really lovely things. Have you done any knitting before?’

‘I have, but not for a while. I ended up moving more into sewing and fabric production. I think I do best as a mixed fibre when knitted.’

‘That's a good point. I think the one I was thinking of was actually Merino wool and silk mix. Still knitted up beautifully and produced a very beautiful pillow case.’

‘I think I saw you come in with Embroidery, are you friends?’

‘Yeah, we've been mates for years and she needed to get out and meet new people. Got stuck in a rut, bless them. Did you come with anyone?’

‘No, on my own this time. I'm trying to put myself out there more and a colleague recommended this event as they'd managed to meet Spranging here and they have produced some great items together.’

‘Oh, that's nice. I'm mostly here for moral support, but I like to be open to whatever comes my way. And I have to ask, Spranging? I don’t think I know that art.’

‘It is a kind of netting, really stretchy. It is ancient and was often confused with knitting. Really interesting fabric results.’

The bell dings and Knitting wishes Silk good luck as he moves around to the right.

Silk ticks the yes box.

Third Date

• Name: Crochet
• Pronouns: She/Her
• From: Dublin, Ireland
• Wearing: a fitted blue tank top; a colour work crocheted shawl with shades of blue and purple; black denim mini skirt; plum coloured tights; black Doc Martens boots
• Physically: purple hair cut into a messy pixie cut; brown eyes; short and of average build; white skin; black framed glasses

Silk smiles at Crochet and says, ‘Hello Crochet, I'm Silk. I like your shawl, the colours are lovely.’

‘Thank you, pet, I made it myself! I obviously love purple and blue, so finding a variegated skein was a treat. I like your tie - paisley is such a great pattern.’

‘Thank you, I like to have something of visual interest to catch the eye. Suits can be quite conservative and it is my little way of rebelling - I try to have fun wherever I can. What do you like to do for fun?’

‘I’m a member of the Dublin Circus Project. I started on aerial silks - hey, silks! Did you have anything to do with that?’

‘Not me, I’m afraid.’

‘Ah well, as I was saying, I did aerial silks for a year or so, then I decided to have a go at juggling, with mixed results. It took me ages to get to three balls in the air and then about six months ago, I fell in love with fire poi. It is so fun.’ She smirks. ‘The important thing is to not set yourself on fire.’ 

‘I can see that; it is good advice for circusing and every day.’

She nods wearing a sombre expression, ‘We should put that on t-shirts or something, really get the message out to the public.’

‘Oh and I bet there're whole groups devoted to putting fires out who might be interested in working with us on our anti-being-on-fire idea.’

‘We have a really solid business plan here and I look forward to working with you.’

‘Same, I foresee much wealth and celebrity for us both.’ He attempts an evil laugh, she kindly moves past it.

‘Other than finding fun patterns, what’s fun for Silk?’

‘This is probably an odd hobby, but I love organising things. Marie Kondo, The Home Edit , The Minimalists . I love the process of discovering the most efficient way of moving through my life.’

‘I admit, I haven’t met anyone before with that hobby, but I don’t know that it is odd. Being yourself -’ the bell interrupts, ‘- is important.’

Silk smiles his thanks and ticks the yes box before moving around to the next table. He is finding it easier as he goes; or maybe that champagne has helped put him at ease.

Fourth Date

• Name: Weaving
• Pronouns: He/Him
• From: Pallata, Peru
• Wearing: a simple white cotton button-down shirt; an open woven vest with symmetric panels patterned in red, gold and blue; black trousers; black trainers
• Physically: bald; dark eyes; tall and solidly built; tidy beard and dark, pockmarked skin

Silk cannot help but stare at his new date. ‘You are a real mountain of a man.’ His brain catches up with his mouth then, ‘I'm sorry about that, let me try again. Hello, Weaving, I'm Silk, it’s nice to meet you.’

Weaving laughs, ‘Yours is a very common reaction to meeting me. I usually say I'm half mountain since I'm from the Andes. You are basically my body opposite though. Guess it comes from weaving being such a sturdy, hard-working art and silk being so delicate?’ His tone is teasing.

‘It definitely seems to apply to us. I often get overlooked - literally in some cases - because of my height. It must be impossible for you to hide anywhere.’

‘Correct. And 99% of the time, the first thing someone says is something about my size. You get used to it. Anyway, it is nice to meet you, too. Have you been to one of these before?’

‘Never. A colleague recommended it and I decided to give it a go. Meet more people, see if I can have some fun projects. Have you been before?’

‘Yes, I find it a great way to meet more fibres and arts and make friends and get ideas for new projects. I don't come every time, but at least twice a year. Everyone is putting their best foot forward, so it is easy to navigate socially. I can get a bit lost without structure.’

‘Me too. The hearing loss makes that harder. In big crowds, the noise means that my hearing aids just make everything louder and it can be hard to hear the person next to me. I've cheated a bit tonight and turned off my back microphone so I can hear whoever is in front of me better. But, in loud places, I can end up staring at people's mouths and that can be off-putting.’

‘I get that, must be a hard line to walk. I think it would be useful to turn off directional sound like that. Do you have any other pros about hearing loss?’

‘I can just take my hearing aids out and escape whatever cacophony is around me. I don't sleep in my hearing aids, so night noises don't bother me. It was harder when I first lost my hearing, but I'm fine with it now.’

‘How long ago was that? If you don't mind my asking of course.’

‘When I was 16, I caught meningitis - I was very lucky that hearing loss was my only long-term impact. It took me a year to recover properly and another two years to adjust to being deaf. And I was lucky again that hearing aids work for me, many people can't use them ‘- the bell rings out, ‘- at all.’

‘Thanks for the date, Silk - enjoy the rest of the evening.’

Silk ticks the yes box.

Fifth Date

• Name: Felting
• Pronouns: He/Them
• From: İzmir, Turkey
• Wearing: a felted jacket that is also a work of art: the bottom hem and sleeve cuffs are both a medium dark brown transitioning to a lighter brown up to the shoulders with the colour in cream, and there are tree silhouettes ‘planted’ in the darker brown growing up into the lighter shade, with blue flower buds on a few of the treetops; blue trousers (matching the buds); brown boots
• Physically: medium brown skin; grey hair (short on the sides, long on top); clean shaven; tall and broad through the shoulders, but average weight

Silk sat down and looked at Felting. ‘Hello, Felting, I'm Silk. How are you enjoying the evening?’

‘Hello Silk, nice to meet you. I'm good so far, everyone has been really nice. I'm hoping it'll result in some good projects for me. How are you getting on?’

‘To be honest, better than I thought I would. You're right, everyone has been really nice so far. I know very little about felting. I know it is agitating short fibres together to bind them, but I'm unclear what one does with the result?’

‘My jacket is felted. So fashion pieces, home decor, art and toys. Though I guess some toys are art.’ He laughs.

‘It really is a stunning jacket. May I feel the fabric?’

‘Of course,’ he leans forwards and Silk feels the edge of his jacket - it is incredibly soft and surprisingly smooth.

‘That is lovely! I thought it would feel rougher, just from looking at it.’

‘It all comes down to the fibre and method used to create the piece. This is merino wool, so pretty much guaranteed to be soft.’

‘Can you felt with silk?’

‘Yes, I think it is very common with nuno felting. That’s a very young art compared to the ancient ones we’re familiar with - I think it was first made in the early 90s. It uses silk as the base and one uses the wool or whatever fibre one likes and sort of flattens it into the silk. Perhaps you’d like to give it a go sometime?’

‘I’m not against the idea, I’d certainly be game to meet up and learn more about it.’

‘Great! I’d be -’ the bell rings out, ‘- excited to have something new to learn. Nice meeting you, Silk.’ 

Silk ticks yes on his sheet.

Jenny stands at the side and says, ‘Break time folks! We'll take a twenty minute break now. I'll give you a five minute warning and then we'll dive into the second half. Thanks everyone!’

Twenty Minute Break

Silk goes into the break feeling very inspired as well as pleased that things are going so well. He has enjoyed every date so far and they’re all potential matches - for his part, anyway.

He sees Embroidery propping up the bar, so he makes his way towards her. He asks the bartender for another Dom Pérignon.

He chats briefly with Embroidery before Knitting joins them. Then: ‘Hello Embroidery of The Amazing Hair! And Knitting of the Fab Colour Work!’ Acrylic has arrived.

‘Oh, hi Acrylic! This is Silk; Silk, Acrylic.’ Embroidery introduces them.

‘Charmed.’ she says. Silk is dumbfounded, this is a lot of energy in one small package. Thankfully, Wool wanders up shortly after and asks the barkeep for a pint of Great Northern Beer and says hi to Embroidery giving them a kiss on the cheek.

Silk is speechless, Wool is gorgeous. He manages a smile and a handshake. Acrylic says hi and compliments his jumper. The conversation moves on to the venue, how people got here, what they think so far and where the best dancing is going to be later.

Silk surreptitiously watches Wool interacting with the others and tries to work out anything he can say. He finally manages, ‘I really like your jumper, that cabling is gorgeous.’

Wool gives him his whole attention, ‘Thank you, I did the fibre work obviously, but Knitting,’ he gestures with his pint, ‘did the pattern for me. They’re a genius.’

‘It really suits you. I had my date with Knitting already - really friendly. In fact, everyone has been really approachable. It felt like such a risk coming here, but I’m so pleased I did.’ He pauses, ‘have you known Embroidery long?’

‘Yeah, about five, no, six years now. She’s a real stand-up art. Not only does she work with all the wedding dresses and what not, but she teaches classes too. We made a weird looking hat once, but decided we made better friends than partners.’

The conversation around them moves on and local dining spots are discussed. More people come and go and Silk ducks outside for some fresh air. He takes some deep breaths and reassures himself that he did the right thing and this will definitely result in some inspiring goodness in his life.

The five minute warning bell rings out and he stops off in the loo before returning to the tables.

Sixth Date

• Name: Spinning
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Shush, Iran
• Wearing: a navy blue hijab; a gold dress with navy flower silhouettes; gold cropped trousers; blue ballet pumps; gold and sapphire bracelet and matching ring on her left hand
• Physically: dark eyes; light brown skin; pink lipstick; winged eyeliner; gold rimmed glasses; average height and build

Silk joins Spinning at their table and offers a smile, ‘Hey! I didn't expect to see anyone I knew here! I must have missed you when you arrived and during the break.’

‘I didn't see you either, but I was almost late. I didn't even have time to get a drink at the bar before we started. I made it for the first date though and that's the important thing. It is nice to see a familiar face, this has been both intense and, for lack of a better word, superficial.’ Spinning grimaces.

‘I think I get what you're saying. Five minutes isn't long enough to get into too much discussion and you really only have physical appearances to go on. Have you managed to connect with anyone or has it all been a miss?’

‘I think unless I get very lucky in the next four dates that tonight is a bust for me. But that's okay, dating is a numbers game and I'm sure that I'll find someone eventually. You look great tonight by the way - the tie, one of yours?’

He touches his tie. ‘Not the tie, but the shirt is. Thank you. I really love your colour choices tonight, the greens and blues with the gold really suit you. I'm sorry to hear that you've struggled, but it sounds like you have the right attitude.’

‘Thanks. I’m really glad I’ve run into you actually, I feel like I can relax for a bit. Oh, I meant to say, I read that Marie Kondo book you recommended. I thought it was great. I think I might like to do it, but I’m scared of biting off more than I can chew.’

‘Just don’t do what I did. One week is not long enough! I suggest doing one category per week or even fortnight. I think there’s some room for flexibility and smaller categories too. For example, the first category is clothes; instead of doing all of the clothes, perhaps start with tops and dresses? Then trousers and shorts, lingerie and socks, formal wear etcetera down the line. You know I’d be really happy to help as well. This is my passion!’

‘Oh, that’s a good idea. You couldn’t help with clothes, but I’d love help with the books and some of the komono stuff?’

‘Happily. Just let me know.’ The bell rings. ‘Hang in there, Spinny - look for me afterwards okay?’

Silk ticks no, he’ll see his friend again, but he doesn’t think he wants to produce with her.

Seventh Date

• Name: Sewing
• Pronouns: They/them
• From: Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada
• Wearing: a wrap tunic dress in pink; grey leggings; black shooties; huge silver hoop earrings in each ear; three rings on each hand; a smart watch on their left wrist
• Physically: they are black with brown eyes; no make-up; average weight and height; black hair close-cropped hair

Sewing smiles at Silk as he sits down and then cocks their head to the left and snaps their fingers.

‘Good evening Silk, lovely to meet you. I'm Sewing. Please ignore my tics as best you can.’

‘Hello Sewing, lovely to meet you too. Noted on the tics. I have to say, I'm pleased to meet a sewing tonight. I've always got on really well with your kinfolk.’

‘I nearly didn't come,’ they cock their head to the left and snap their fingers. ‘My tics are worse when I'm anxious, so then I have to spend more time explaining them instead of just being able to get on with the date. They're,’ another head tilt and finger snap, ‘bearable at the moment, so I made myself come.’

‘I had to brace myself to come out too. It is a lot of pressure to be at one's best, appear friendly and fun… too much pressure really. And I get the tired-of-explaining-my-disability thing all too well. I'm lucky that, unless people are paying attention, they won't notice that I'm hard of hearing.’

Tilt and snap. ‘That makes me feel a bit better. I spotted one wheelchair user too, so it is nice to know I'm not alone in this. Anyway. You mentioned that you've worked with sewing before? I've done a little work with silk, but I have to say, silk is a pain in the ass. Lining up the edges is so time consuming. If one does the proper prep work and is very careful and considered with every movement, it’s fine, but goodness. It is a diva of a fabric.’

‘I can't argue the point, as much as I might like to!’ Silk laughs, ‘I find that, as with all challenging but not impossible things, it’s a matter of practice. I made the shirt I'm wearing tonight and it is so comfortable. It was worth the prep and the hassle. Many beautiful things are the same.’

Tilt and snap. ‘Oh, you do have a way with words. I can be lazy with my sewing and go with the familiar fabrics, the usual patterns and the most straightforward stitches. But that's part of why I came tonight. I want to remind myself of all the beautiful possibilities in this world and get some inspiration for doing more work.’ Tilt and snap. Ding, went the bell.

‘I feel like I'd definitely be able to make something new and interesting with you, Sewing. Thank you for the chat. I'll see you later.’

Silk ticks the yes box.

Eighth Date

• Name: Macramé
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Shaqlawa, Iraq
• Wearing: a sleeveless white tunic dress with a round neckline covered with a pink macramé overlay; gold chain necklace with a small owl pendant; a plain gold bracelet on her right wrist; white leggings; pink flat pumps
• Physically: eyes and skin are all light brown; her light brown hair is up in a ponytail; matching pink eyeshadow and lipstick

Macramé watches Silk approach. Her expression goes from welcoming and open to confused by the time he arrives.

He smiles uneasily and says, ‘Hello, I’m Silk. Are you okay?’

She shakes her head and smiles, ‘Sorry! I saw that you were silk and I started to think about silk macramé and I tend to wear my thoughts on my face. I’m not sure it is possible to make macramé out of silk. Do you know?’

‘I’ll be honest, I’ve never done any and I’m very unfamiliar with the art. I’m a very strong fibre, but slippery sometimes.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I was thinking about. Macramé is tying knots and the knots won’t stay put if the fibre is too slippery. I know you can do nylon mixes, but that’s not organic like silk is. Definitely one I’ll have to ask friends about. Anyway, it is nice to meet you!’

‘Nice to meet you too. I think with speed dating one just has to remember that it would be nearly impossible to match with everyone. You seem nice, I’m sure you’ll match with loads of people.’

‘Well said. I have met a few fibres I think I could get on with really well, so I got what I wanted from the event. You seem nice too. I like your suit, it is beautifully tailored.’

‘Thank you. I’m assuming your overlay is macramé in action? I like the pattern.’

‘Bless you, yes! And it is my own work. I did this one with Hemp, have you met him yet?’

‘No, perhaps after -’ the bell rings, ‘- the dating is done.’

‘It was nice to meet you Macramé, enjoy the rest of the evening.’

‘You too, Silk. Bye.’

Silk ticks the no box.

Ninth Date

• Name: Lace
• Pronouns: She/her
• From: Burano, Italy
• Wearing: a short black corset dress with petticoats, there's lace at the neck and hem lines of the dress and the off-the-shoulder straps are also made of lace; black fishnet tights; black knee high platform boots; a choker, a beaded necklace and a chain necklace with an ankh symbol on the end; a ring on each hand
• Physically: she has pale white skin; long, backcombed hair dyed black; white make-up, kohl lined eyes; black lipstick

Lace watches Silk approach and a huge grin spreads across her face.

‘Hello! I do not think there exists more opposite fashions than what we have here. What a feast for the senses.’

‘Thank you - I think? On the surface the aesthetic might be very different, but I think there are many core similarities if one thinks about it. My suit and shirt have been tailored carefully to fit me and it looks like your dress has also been made to your measurements - so both a perfect fit.’

‘Ah, touché. A fine observation. Summed up, perhaps, as we both have fine taste and enjoy things that are well made?’

‘I'll grant you that. I think you are definitely better paired to me than,’ he glances around the room, ‘that chap wearing the jumper and jeans. Silk and lace go well together.’

‘Oh. Yes. Luxury, indulgence, quality, expense.’ She inhales deeply, ‘Decadence.’

‘Those are some toothsome words. My project ideas so far have been fairly conservative, shirts and ties, maybe some dresses? I’ve been working with sewing for the most part. But I admit I’ve been curious about more intimate clothing - nightwear or lingerie. I suspect that’s an area you’ve had experience in. Have you worked with any silk before?’

‘Definitely. As you say, nightwear and lingerie are common, lace overlays and trim are the standards and I’d be happy to show you the ropes sometime so you can see if it is in your wheelhouse.’

‘I’d like that - thank you, Lace.’

There’s a short, awkward pause then the bell rings. Silk smiles, ticks the yes box and moves away.

Tenth Date

• Name: Nålebinding
• Pronouns: He/Him
• From: Kristiansand, Norway
• Wearing: a white t-shirt and blue jeans; a nålebind scarf in autumnal colours; round glasses with narrow frames
• Physically: average height and build; he is white with light brown hair; blue eyes; a Van Dyke beard

Silk and Nålebinding consider each other for a spell.

Silk breaks the silence, ‘I’m Silk, I’m afraid I don’t know anything about Nålebinding. Could you give me a brief explanation?’

‘Oh, it is literally knotless knitting. A way of creating fabric using one needle and looping it together - it’s a predecessor to crochet. No patterns required, just follow your heart. I have to say that I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about me, I’m really not good with silk. I need a stickier fibre.’

‘You’re the second art to tell me as much tonight. I said to them that we’re not going to want to produce with everyone we meet.’

‘Yeah, chatting with Cotton we figured out the same thing. They were really nice, but we just didn’t have a future. I hope you have met other people you liked tonight, though?’

‘Yes, I’m glad I came. I’ve met some really great people and I am rather excited about some of the things we spoke about. Have you clicked with anyone?’

‘Definitely. I’m really pleased with how things have gone. I am fairly confident that I’ve managed to match with at least four people. I guess the hard part is what comes next. Arranging to meet again, talking about possible projects. It’ll all be worth it. Right?’

‘Huh, I was so focused on getting through tonight that I haven’t thought much about what comes after…’

They lapse into silence.

Nålebinding says, ‘You seem nice, my advice is to take your time, be honest and follow the path as it appears.’

Silk manages a weak smile and a nod. The bell rings.

Jenny gives the ending spiel and Silk makes a beeline to the loos. He splashes water on his face and reminds himself that he is worthwhile and that the first half of the night went great. He makes his way to the bar and allows himself to relax into the chat and drinks.

Chapter Three

The next day, Dave double checks that the data from the score sheets have been entered correctly and tabulates the matches. He sends the e-mails with everyone’s matches.

Embroidery got her e-mail that night after working in a bridal shop in the morning and teaching an embroidery course for beginners in the afternoon. She was very relieved to see that she matched with everyone she wanted to! Cotton, Linen, Polyester, Silk and Wool.

Not one to waste time, she drafted an e-mail to each of them. How nice it was to meet, that she enjoyed their chats and would love to meet up again. Then she waited.

At work, Silk got a notification on his phone that he had a new e-mail. He checks and sees it was from Dave and decides to open it after work. At home, he sits in his favourite chair and with some trepidation opens the e-mail. He’s matched with Embroidery, Felting, Spinning, Lace and Crochet. He is disappointed about Weaving.

He shakes himself and refocuses, he has five people who like him and want to see him again! Including Embroidery who was so kind. He thinks of her friend Wool again. That gives him pause before he remembers that he’d dated and yessed Embroidery before he knew that she was friends with Wool.

He gets on with his evening: making and eating dinner; cleaning up; calling his mother; reading a book. He checks his e-mail once more before going to bed and is delighted to see one from Embroidery. He writes a quick reply agreeing with her that it was a great evening and he’d love to see her again. He suggests three dates/times in the next two weeks and, feeling more hopeful than he has in a long time, he goes to bed.

Silk & Embroidery’s Relationship

After the Event

The first date, two weeks later, was a simple one: lunch equidistant from their respective workplaces. They talked about the speed dating evening, what they thought of the others and what they hoped for from each other.

A week after that, Embroidery invited Silk on a picnic. He had no idea how to dress for it and ended up going shopping for a suitable outfit, coming away with a polo shirt and cargo shorts. He felt ridiculous. Embroidery was very complimentary in an effort to help him relax.

10 days later, Silk invited Embroidery over for dinner - he loved to cook. She was impressed with his home: it was tidy, warm and inviting. She found it very soothing. They talked about silk and embroidery projects. There was talk of a wall hanging for his lounge. They measured the space and discussed colour options.

A week and a half after that, Embroidery threw a party and invited Silk. It was a reasonably sized group: 20 people, fibres and arts mingled together. There were some great canapés and crudités, drinks flowed and conversation was spirited. The other fibres that Embroidery matched with were all there: Cotton, Linen, Polyester and Wool. Knitting was there too, with Hemp. Apparently he made them laugh.

Two days later, Embroidery pitched up to Silk’s flat with her backing fabric and her rings and Silk had laid out some gorgeous silk threads for her. They spent a companionable three hours stitching, chatting and snacking.

Present Day

They meet again to finish off their first project. The wallhanging is gorgeous, a metre wide, 30 centimetres tall, it is a seascape suggested by shades of blue, grey and white. They excitedly hang it on the wall and stand back to admire it. 

Some minutes pass in contemplation. Silk breaks the silence. ‘Huh. It is nice, but I think perhaps my expectations were too high?’

‘You’re right, it’s nice. But… it’s like there’s something missing? Did we pick the wrong colours?’

‘No, the colours are spot on, it matches the sofa and complements the wooden floor. I don’t know. Something.’

Embroidery takes a breath. ‘It might just be that we don’t work well together. I’ve loved getting to know you and I’ve loved creating with you, but perhaps we just make better friends.’

‘Oh. Damn. I think you’re right.’

Embroidery & Cotton’s Relationship

After the Event

Cotton received Embroidery’s e-mail a week after the event and replied suggesting some time that weekend - if Embroidery was available? Embroidery agreed and they met up for a coffee at 3pm. They were still talking at 6:30pm, so they decided to get dinner. Finally, at 10pm, they parted ways.

Three days later, they met at a local museum to look at the art pieces and some history of their respective fibre and art. They took pads and made sketches and notes galore. They had lunch in the museum’s cafe and compared notes.

Cotton had to travel for work, but agreed to come to Embroidery’s party two and a bit weeks later.

Knitting arrived at 3pm the day of the party to help set-up and prep the food. ‘I’m rather looking forward to tonight - thanks for letting me invite Hemp. I know he isn’t your favourite, but he really makes me laugh. And we’ve had fun making little bags and toys.’

‘He’s fine, just so long as I don’t have to date him! I like seeing you happy, my friend.’

‘It was a bold move to invite all your matches…’

‘I suppose, but you know how impatient I can be: I want to know what’s going to happen! Plus, I think it is early enough in the process that there’s room for some mixing.’

‘Well as you said, I like seeing you happy.’

Guests showed up then and Embroidery turned to hosting. When Cotton arrived, Embroidery was again taken by their incredible style. This saree is red with gold trim and they look amazing. Embroidery asked if they’d like a hug and Cotton agreed. They felt so good. Embroidery smiled hugely at them and invited them to make themself at home and continued her hosting responsibilities.

Six days later, they met at Embroidery’s wedding shop to work on the design of their formal cotton gown. They decided they needed proper pleating done with a fabric pleater and agreed that shades of the 11 pride colours should be included. They decided that Embroidery will wear it. They agreed that the bottom six inches of the dress would be embroidered with a spacescape. They parted ways with to-do lists and agreed to meet in two weeks when everything is sourced.

They texted a lot over those two weeks.

Cotton showed up laden with fabric, the panel for the bust (which is carefully pleated), embroidery threads and a big smile. They practically vibrated with excitement for their first cotton formal gown.

Embroidery has prepared the space and the two get to work. They sensibly decided to make a toile first. The toile needed some tweaking around the back, as Embroidery is narrow through the shoulders. They adjusted the pattern and laid it out on their proper fabric - the pride colours are all there in subtle shades, they will blend well with the spacescape well. Finally, they started cutting. With two working the hours flew by and soon it was lunchtime.

‘I’ve so enjoyed our time together, Embroidery. I feel truly seen for the first time in a long time. I love being able to explore new spaces creatively and… emotionally, I guess that’s the word I want?’

‘I totally agree. You are a force of nature. I cannot believe I haven’t done more with cotton before and I’m so happy you are the Cotton for this.’

Their hands met across the table and fireworks flare.

Cotton made the skirt first so Embroidery could start the spacescape. Cotton worked the pleated fabric into the bust shape they needed, an occasional expletive is muttered. Embroidery goes as quick as she can with the embroidered hem. After two hours they stopped for the day.

Hand-in-hand, they made their way out of the shop and onto the pavement. Embroidery was quiet and Cotton commented on it. ‘I’ve been trying to figure out how to invite you to come home with me.’

‘Oh. That’s worth taking your time over. If it helps, I’d agree to come.’

‘That’s actually very helpful, thank you. Cotton, would you like to come home with me?’

Present Day

They meet again a week later and continue working. This time they greet each other with a prolonged hug and a kiss. Cotton finishes the bust, which they attach to the front and back panels. Meanwhile, Embroidery has managed three quarters of the embroidery. Cotton goes for a walk while Embroidery finishes. 

When they return, they have tea and cake for two and a flower for Embroidery. They share the food. Cotton attaches the skirt to the top and they snip loose threads and Embroidery puts it on. Cotton gets a stool and a ruler and does the hemming while they chat.

‘This is so gorgeous. It would be perfect for a winter party. So much warmer than other formal clothes I’ve worn. I really love the design and the fabric. All of it. Thank you so much Cotton.’

‘Believe me, it is my pleasure. I never thought something of me could be so beautiful.’

‘But you’re so beautiful, of course you would make beautiful things.’

The hemming is finished. They admire the dress in the shop mirrors and they agree that it is the most beautiful project they’ve ever made. Their eyes meet in the mirror. They turn to face each other and their lips and hips meet too.

Silk & Wool’s Relationship

After the Event

Silk was thrilled to see Wool at Embroidery’s party. He watched him greet Embroidery with a kiss, saw him nod to Knitting from across the room and then, he saw Silk and smiled. Silk waved back, but then Wool got pulled into helping with something in the kitchen.

Silk spent some time talking with Linen about her frustration with her new colleague who kept touching her hair, which was driving her batty. ‘I’ve asked her to stop twice now. She did for about a month, but, since I’ve changed colour, she’s back at it again. I hate that now I have to decide whether to escalate to HR or if I’m just going to have to tell her over and over. I’m so sick of white people.’

‘God, yes. The microaggressions are so frustrating because the perpetrators don’t seem to even understand that they’ve done anything wrong. I’m sorry your colleague is being so horrible, I really hope she stops on her own. If you do go to HR, you might see if a union rep can attend with you for moral support?’

‘That’s a good idea.’ Wool joined them and she continued, ‘Oh, hey, you’re Wool, right? We met at speed dating last month.’

‘Yep, nice to see you again, Linen. Great party, eh? Embroidery is great at hosting.’

‘Really great, it was so kind of her to invite me. I think I’ve spotted a few others from that night. I’m always keen to expand my community. Do you know Silk?’

‘Only a little, we chatted at the halftime point of that evening. How’ve you been, Silk?’ Wool smiled.

‘Good, I’ve been enjoying the dates I managed to arrange so far. Embroidery and I are working on a bit of artwork for my flat. I think we’re going to start creating next week. Have you met up with any of your matches yet?’

‘A couple, nothing too serious yet. I keep thinking I’m missing something you know? Like everything seems muted? I don’t know. I’m trying not to overthink things and just live life as it comes.’

‘God, that should be my motto! I’m forever overthinking everything. Sometimes it’s okay for fun things like books or films, but, when it’s a social interaction, I wish I could just let it go and let it be.’

‘If you ever figure that out, promise you’ll share with me?’ he laughed.

‘Deal! Same to you, please!’

Linen had moved away while they’d been talking. ‘Oops, I hope we didn’t drive her away?’

‘No, I can see her over there with Nylon.’ Wool pats Silk’s arm.

Silk felt a jolt of electricity from the contact and he can hardly breathe. ‘Oh. Good. So, you can ignore this if it’s too personal, but do you ever create with other fibres?’

‘Personal yes, but not too much. I am definitely open to working with other fibres.’ He looked into Silk’s eyes and stroked his arm again.

‘Would you ever be interested in working with me?’ Silk’s breathing has not got easier.

Wool grins hugely. ‘I’d really like that actually. Can I have your number? I’ll text you later and we can find a date.’

Silk, who cannot believe this is happening, hands over his number and flees.

Later that night, at home, Silk’s phone pinged an alert, a text from Wool. ‘It was great seeing you again today, if you’re free, I’m going to an open night mic on Friday. Would you like to join?’ Silk made a tiny noise in his throat. He replied yes, got the details and arranged to meet Wool there.

Present Day

Silk arrives at the venue, he’s dressed carefully, attempting to be casual. Fitted dark green shirt, top button open, jeans and black ankle boots. He sees Wool at the bar. He is relieved to see that Wool is still in jumper and jeans as before, so he thinks he is okay.

He walks over and Wool kisses his cheek, ‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘Yes please, a Bloody Mary.’ He waits while Wool places the order. ‘Thank you for inviting me out, I haven’t been to an open night since uni. Do you play anything or do you just like to listen?’

‘I play guitar and sing. I’m going to do one song tonight, but otherwise we’re just here to listen and chat.’

The conversation flows easily and they share a bowl of chips. Then it is time for Wool to take the stage. He does an acoustic cover of Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill . It is beautiful and haunting and everyone applauds.

Wool comes back to the table and Silk stands to meet him. ‘That was incredible! You sang so well and your guitar, I had no idea you could play! You just made magic!’

Wool grins. ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Yes.’

They kiss and the electricity that he felt before sings through Silk’s veins.

Three days later, Silk texts to say that he and Embroidery realised they made better friends. Wool listens, assures him that joy is still possible and arranges to see him the next day.

Wool arrives at Silk’s flat that morning with croissants and orange juice. And a hug. And another kiss. Silk shows Wool the project he and Embroidery made.

‘It is nice, but I can see what you mean. It is just shy of amazing, something off.’

‘Yeah. We had high hopes, which didn’t help. They’re really nice and I enjoyed our time together, so it is so disappointing that it didn’t work out.’

‘Hmm, what if you added something to it? I have some wool that might be just the thing. Would you be cool with me trying something?’

‘Sure!’

The conversation moves on, they have a great breakfast together, a walk through the park and part ways, with another kiss.

A week later, Wool comes around with some wool and a needle and manages to work some of that magic - the 3D effect changes the entire character of the piece. Silk is delighted. He takes a photo and sends it to Embroidery, ‘Look what Wool did!’. They reply immediately, that they love it! She’s delighted that the artwork can stay happy on his wall now.

Wool and Silk spend the rest of the day together. Working out possible projects, bouncing ideas off each other and sharing photos of previous projects. Fabric, yarn, thread… they will work together, and with friends, to create amazing pieces of joy and magic.