Last year we moved to Shanghai,
And began to learn Chinese,
A friend said, "Check out this neat shop,"
We shouted back, "Yes, please!"
Down a little alleyway
Our Nankeen fabric sat.
Inside a musty, tiny store,
We fell in love, that's that.
Nankeen fabric is quite old,
3,000 years or more.
It's been produced by hand, you see,
Sits shrouded in folklore.
An artisan first carves a screen
And lays it down on cotton.
He spreads a thick rice soybean paste,
Then the pattern is stenciled on it.
It dries ten days in shady breeze
And then it gets a bath.
Dipped seven times right in a row
In seven indigo vats.
A lengthy scrape, after it's dried
Removes the crusty paste,
Revealing crisp white patterns
Suspended in blue space.
And lastly, little LuRu Home
Sews this fabric into wares,
We send it onward to you all
With so much love and care.