My fringed shawls are sometimes called "piano shawls." They are gypsy essence with the long hand-knotted fringe, and I literally spent my rent money on the first one I bought. I have five, all made of silk that dress up my little black dress or walk on the boardwalk with Tshirt and jeans, fringe swinging in the breeze. When at home, they are draped over tables,or beds. The poem is by Rie Sheridan Rose here.
Come and hear the tambourine,
Come and join the dance!
Spinning silks in shades of light
Velvet dark as shadowed night.
Gold and silver buy your future
Pasteboard cards with faded ink,
Caravans by campfires glow
Keeping secrets gypsies know.
Restlessly, we go our way
We were not meant for hearth or town,
Whirling dancers with eyes like jet,
Centuries have not tamed us yet!
- Rie Sheridan Rose
Pleasant Gypsy Dreams tonight.