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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBRnk9fyp7ImA9WxBTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490491915879372045</id><updated>2009-12-07T00:37:37.767-08:00</updated><title>Jazkids Childrens Clothing</title><subtitle type="html">For all the little people in our lives.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>Jazkids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434703455026294963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JazkidsChildrensClothing" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBR3szfCp7ImA9WxJSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490491915879372045.post-4771883638420504408</id><published>2009-05-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:22:36.584-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T04:22:36.584-07:00</app:edited><title>The discovery of the Spangle Collection.</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SgVnTEBZjUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZgThrNR17M/s1600-h/Lou"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333782910885006658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SgVnTEBZjUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZgThrNR17M/s320/Lou%27s+Car+(57).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I saw these glittering little garments hanging in the dark corner of a market stall I knew that we had to explore the possibility of buying more! But let me first go back to the beginning of the whole story.We had conducted our business in the North and in Bangkok and had decided it was time for relaxation in what had been a very hectic couple of weeks. The south of Thailand is totally different to the north. Lush green jungles are replaced by swathes of golden beaches. Beautiful islands and one very unwelcome addition – mosquitoes! Thousands of them descend on any bare limbs that happen to be in their path. At night they lay in wait especially around water or any green plant life. Our first stop was in a small town called HuaHin several hours south of Bangkok. Although small it is a vibrant place with sophisticated hotels set out in beautiful grounds along the long straight golden beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the Sofitel Hotel which was once the old railway hotel. A graceful building standing in its own gardens. Beautiful original wood panelling and elegant sweeping staircases make this a truly relaxing place. It did not take long for us to recharge our batteries and we set off to explore the town at night.It is difficult to fully describe the magical experience of a Thai market, particularly when the sun has gone down and dark descends. Everywhere there are sounds and smells and sights to fill the senses. Fascinating foods stuffs are displayed. My son tried to persuade me to try a deepfried cockroach but somehow I just could not bring myself to crunch on this delicacy! Up and down the narrow alleyways we walked until I suddenly spied the small sparkling tops which were to become one of our most popular selling items. Beautifully crotcheted in silky cotton these little tops come in many colours. My next task was to source where these exquisite garments were made. The search was on.Inevitably the search led us to a small cramped shop in Bangkok. There are thousands of wholesale outlets in this city that seem to merge into one sprawling mass of alleyways. Dark doorways lead to shops displaying a myriad of clothing, ceramics, leather goods, jewellery and food stuffs. The smells are intoxicating and the sounds of chatter resound as the shopkeepers bargain with their customers. Having ordered what we needed in Bangkok we then set off once again down south to explore Phi Phi Island and the other beautiful islands in that region. What a memorable trip it was and when the Tsunami struck some years later we could only look in awe at the images on the television news. What once had been an idyllic group of islands set in a shimmering sea was a scene of devastation. We are determined to return to this paradise to see how the Thai people have repaired their islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1490491915879372045-4771883638420504408?l=jazkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4771883638420504408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1490491915879372045&amp;postID=4771883638420504408" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/4771883638420504408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/4771883638420504408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/discovery-of-spangle-collection.html" title="The discovery of the Spangle Collection." /><author><name>Jazkids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434703455026294963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09616299904353409180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SgVnTEBZjUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZgThrNR17M/s72-c/Lou%27s+Car+(57).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABR3k7cCp7ImA9WxRbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490491915879372045.post-5698712049026973683</id><published>2008-06-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:32:36.708-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T22:32:36.708-08:00</app:edited><title>Day Out At The Organic Cotton Farms</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6t3SucWOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/66rIytnssb0/s1600-h/kira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6t3SucWOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/66rIytnssb0/s320/kira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292984345286882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Even at seven in the morning the sun was hot as we waited in the car park for our guide. I felt elated at the prospect of what the day was to bring. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It had been a quirk of fate that had led to this moment. I just happened to be staying in a hotel in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Business and family had brought me here. As I walked through the lobby for breakfast I saw people bustling around tables covered with immaculate white cloths. Displayed on the tables were rolls o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;f beautiful fabrics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; exquisite bags hanging on racks, brightly coloured bowls of full of fascinating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;flowers and leaves. My attention was drawn to the smartly dressed people gathered in the foyer of all different nationalities. This was my first introduction to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;world of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; organic fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Our invitation had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;come from a representat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ive at the EU-Thailand Economic Small Projects Facility who worked at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chiangmai&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. A chance to see the first truly organic cotton plantation in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was not to be misse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;d! Hence here we were gathered together in the car park waiting in anticipation for our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;guide for the day. The mini-bus was on time and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;we set off for our adventure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Our mini-bus wound its way through the bustling streets of Chiangmai full of commuters going to work. Practically the whole population seem to travelling at full speed on bikes and scooters. Eventually we were speeding along the dual carriageway and out into the countryside. After several hours our vehicle turned off&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the main road and we seem to be heading into the centre of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt; through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;scattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; small villages with typically elegant Thai style houses made from beautiful quality timbers. Gardens were packed with all kinds of vegetables and flowers where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; chickens pecked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; busily amongst the plants. Beautiful hibiscus adorned the walls of the houses. After a final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;turn and short journey along a winding lane we had arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We stepped out of our air-conditioned mini-bus and the full heat of the midday sun hit us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The centre itself seem to be a sprawl of small buildings set amongst trees. Our smiling host gave us refreshing cold drinks and we were then ushered back onto the mini-bus and off we sped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Our guide explained that we were being taken to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;cotton fields. As we had arrived at the fields at lunch time most of the workers had left the fields and had gone for lunch and would not return until the piercing sun had subsided.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6l-aa4IxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7qMGiHfcD10/s1600-h/DCP_0989.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6l-aa4IxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7qMGiHfcD10/s320/DCP_0989.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210284310576767762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;An elderly lady gestured to me to sit on the straw mat beside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;her and before I knew it she showed me how to spin the soft balls of cotton. Not a task I found easy it has to be said! In fact I broke more threads than I spun. A fact she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6mVtttRGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YP-SzTIaIzM/s1600-h/DCP_0990.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6mVtttRGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YP-SzTIaIzM/s320/DCP_0990.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210284710893012066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; seemed to find ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;y fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ny. Her lined brown face was wreathed in smiles and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; she told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; our guide that it would take a year to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;train me to spin! Next we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;off to look at the looms. Shuttle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;machines that again seem to look so simple to use. My technique again was met with great bursts of laughter from my elderly tutor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Feeling rather like a child back at school I was then propelled by my mentor out into the field. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6m7WWQ17I/AAAAAAAAAHI/klU5AAAC0YI/s1600-h/DCP_0998.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6m7WWQ17I/AAAAAAAAAHI/klU5AAAC0YI/s320/DCP_0998.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285357455693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;placed a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; large coolie-style hat on my head, hung a wicker basket on my shoulder and instru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;cted me to pick cotton. This I thought I could manage! The sun seemed to be getting stronger and the heat shone down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; relentlessly. The air was still and I felt quite exhausted but obediently followed my tutor. She seemed totally unaffected by the heat and strode on darting into bushes and plucking the soft balls of cotton and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; placing them in my basket. Her face peered at mine and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;jabbed at the centre of one of the cotton balls. In the centre there was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6oBhkeDGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L7ERj7qkOWQ/s1600-h/DCP_1000.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6oBhkeDGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/L7ERj7qkOWQ/s320/DCP_1000.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286563058912354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; small red beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;apparently good for the cotton and helped to keep other pests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; away. All around each bush were a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;variety of vegetables growing. These also helped attrac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;t pests away from the cotton bushes. Eventually it was time to go. It had been an unforgettable experience and I will always remember our good natured host. Her expertise and skill were match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ed by her gentle humour. We said our goodbyes and climbed back onto our mini-bus and we sped back to the Centre. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here we were again offered cold drin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ks by our smiling hosts. This was followed by a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;our of the Centre. The process of producing small cotton wool balls into bolts of soft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6othbAZvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DVBsu1HSWng/s1600-h/DCP_1004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6othbAZvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DVBsu1HSWng/s320/DCP_1004.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287318933464818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;textured organic cotton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;was fascinating. In one room there were barrels full of various plants soaking. I was given a glimpse of the most brilliant colour blue which was being produced from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;indigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;plant. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;nother bucket was full of a rich yellow mass being produced from turmeric. The process of producing vegetable dyes is another fascinating story.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Our trip to the Centre had come to an end. As we wound our way back to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6pXspbeVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pNhXyCu7dTY/s1600-h/DCP_1010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6pXspbeVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pNhXyCu7dTY/s320/DCP_1010.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210288043501254994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chiangmai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I felt I had been incredibly lucky to have been allowed a glimpse of the work of these wonderful people. Since my visit to this place we have tried wherever possible to introduce natural fabrics into our childrens collections. We are very proud of our newest addition which is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6p33J7S7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/wITKOm3u9J8/s1600-h/DCP_1025.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6p33J7S7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/wITKOm3u9J8/s320/DCP_1025.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210288596077726642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; collection. My next wish is that I may some day be able to see bamboo pulp being produced to make cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1490491915879372045-5698712049026973683?l=jazkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5698712049026973683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1490491915879372045&amp;postID=5698712049026973683" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/5698712049026973683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/5698712049026973683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-out-at-cotton-farms.html" title="Day Out At The Organic Cotton Farms" /><author><name>Jazkids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434703455026294963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09616299904353409180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6t3SucWOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/66rIytnssb0/s72-c/kira.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABR3c9fSp7ImA9WxRbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490491915879372045.post-1801921018137732306</id><published>2008-05-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:32:36.965-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T22:32:36.965-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bamboo dress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids clothes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>About Jazkids</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Welcome to the world of Jazkids. A world of exciting colours, unique designs, stylish clothing designed for fun-loving children from all over the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The company of Jazkids was created when part of our family went to live in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. A&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;country full of dramatic scenery .From the beautiful lush green jungles in the north to the fabulous golden beaches in the south this truly is the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Smiles&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Some of the inspiration for our designs come from our visits to the colourful markets. All over &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, if you are prepared to struggle out of bed at 4 in the morning, you can witness the wonderful sights and smells of the vendors selling their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;food, fabrics, jewellery and ceramics. The list is endless but the experience is truly memorable. The skill and creativity of these traders never ceases to amaze us. The use of many varied textiles combine to give us an amazing scope with which to design our childrens clothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Our newest venture is working with bamboo fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;This is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6vB9wLDTI/AAAAAAAAAII/TJMAKjkZaqo/s1600-h/elai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6vB9wLDTI/AAAAAAAAAII/TJMAKjkZaqo/s320/elai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210294267205586226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;natural textile made from the pulp of bamboo grass. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Highly sustainable it is light and strong and has excellent wicking properties. I was extemely fortunate enough to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;be in Chiangmai in Northern Thailand last November where there was a conference taking place researching the use of organic and more sustainable textiles. It was here I met the Assistant Manager of the Institute for Science and Technology Research and Development based at Chiangmai university. Our subsequent visit to first organic cotton plantation in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was a wonderful&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;experience and is a story I shall return to at a later date!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Our clothing is designed for children. We try wherever possible to combine quality of fabric with exciting and innovative designs to capture the imagination of small boys and girls. Many parents have expressed their delight that they have been able to find clothing where designs and styles are especially suitable for young children. Our age range is 0 – 8 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We will be continuing with the story of Jazkids as our company has many exciting new ventures to come. Our Autumn/Winter collections will be launched on our website in the next couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;www.jazkids.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1490491915879372045-1801921018137732306?l=jazkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1801921018137732306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1490491915879372045&amp;postID=1801921018137732306" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/1801921018137732306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1490491915879372045/posts/default/1801921018137732306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jazkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-jazkids_26.html" title="About Jazkids" /><author><name>Jazkids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434703455026294963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09616299904353409180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNsYP2fjK4/SE6vB9wLDTI/AAAAAAAAAII/TJMAKjkZaqo/s72-c/elai2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
