The raveled unravelings of anonymous handiwork strewn about in a heap of wool. The lost threads of a bleating petting zoo knotted to become a thick layer of comfort. A woolen hug perhaps?
Warm defined.
Warmth personified.
Warmth in a poetic sense.
Sukha is a fort. A hanging basket for a gaggle of chirping designers. A string of beads draped round a Parisian mannequin of ooh-la-la proportions. A pillow of knitted copper thread perched lovingly atop a tripod of birch. A respite to thaw from the ravages of Jack Frost.
“The sun did not
shine. It was too wet to
play. So we sat in the house.
All that cold, cold, wet day.”
-The Cat in the Hat
Sukha | Amsterdam
Haarlemmerdijk 110
www.sukha-amsterdam.nl
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Many thanks to the BlogTour team and the editors of Eigen Huis Interieur for making D'Scoop's tour of Sukha and other Amsterdam hot spots possible.