I am searching for ways for modern consumerism and the traditions of past generations to live together. I find that the most genuine work in this area happens in homes and apartments. So many Americans weave the homogeneity that is marketed to them and their family traditions together by hand elegantly, making up the weave as they go along. I don’t know how they do it. I want to understand this. I was not born swaddled in this seamless weft of two realities. My parents intentionally patched together Hanes™ cotton and Lucknow chikankari with several passes of a sturdy Singer sewing machine. I would have both worlds, by gum, even when they didn’t match. And so I play in this contrived “reality” with “toys” made up of colors and shapes from traditional handcrafts and mass-produced products.