I swear I have turned into the biggest thread snob on the face of the planet. I truly think that the Koreans dislike me because I am so picky about the quality of the thread that I buy. I drive them crazy with my scrutiny.
Awhile back I found some silk thread. I purchased a small amount to test out and I told them I would be back for more.
My sweet hubby set up a trip for me to go to Seoul with a Korean co-worker of his to help me get the "Korean price" on threads.
Yes...you heard me right. There is a "Korean" price for goods and a "Non-Korean" price. Of course I fall into the latter category. The difference in prices can be very significant and I have learned that prices also change upon whims. It is not easy to shop here. It is very common to purchase an item and the Korean next to you purchased exactly the same thing for half the price. They don't even try to hide the fact that you are being "ripped" off. For those of you who follow this blog know that I HATE shopping AND I am super claustrophobic in crowds of people. So this little shopping trip yesterday was a very BIG deal for me.
The first time I bought silk I bargained for it. I have no experience bargaining but I have been told that the vendors expect it and don't respect you if you don't try to bargain. So I left the first time feeling pretty decent about the price I got.
I was very curious to see what Colonel Song could get me. We spent hours talking to silk vendors and nothing was satisfactory. We went back to the shop I originally purchased from and they remembered me. Col. Song bargained with them for two hours and came up with a final price that was.....and get this......HIGHER than what I originally paid. It was SO very HOT and I was getting tired so we took a break to get some lunch. While we were eating lunch Col. Song explained to me that the shop keepers remembered the price they gave me before and the reason they gave it to me is because they were frustrated with trying to communicate with me and just gave in. We went back to the shop after lunch and spent another hour bargaining with no luck, so this time I gave in and paid the higher price...even though the prices they told me the first time were a completely different story the second time.
Poor Col. Song was so dissapointed that he couldn't get me a better deal...but I stopped caring about 30 minutes in. I walked away with less silk than I thought I would, but I still love it. It is a dream to tat with.
Now I need to find a lovely bookmark pattern so that I can tat a silk one for Col. Song.
Col. Song is a lovely man who loves to practice his English. He speaks very well and we had excellent conversations about our cultural differences to and from Seoul. He also confirmed my suspicion that Korean people think that all white people are Americans.
I've also learned that I won't be buying my cotton threads from here because it is way too expensive. I'll just have to keep shipping those in.
The whole day was so grueling that both hubby and I fell asleep at 8:30pm and slept until 9:00 am the next morning. Every time we go to Seoul we end up feeling sick...I think it's the pollution.
I am so mad at myself because I forgot to bring along my camera. Next time I won't forget....but next time will be a looong way away because it will take some time to recover from this trip.
Did I mention that I despise shopping?
Geum mo rae means "Gold Sand" I think that is a lovely name for this silk.
This is the most recent hand dyed tatting thread: "RAINBOW SHERBERT"
....and the latest tatting shuttle to be added to the shop.