Songket hok Mok saya Tenung!
At the lobby of Primula Hotel, I was sitting down, busy sms-ing raya greetings.
The conciege or perhaps the door man clad in Baju Melayu and sampin (songket) approached me. Friendly.
His name, from the name tag, is Husain.
I can’t resist but to notice the beautiful songket he was wearing.
Being straight forward I actually commented:
Nice songket (chomey songket awok))
And then he told me in detail about the songket he was wearing.
This is actually a piece of songket weaved / woven by my own mother.
(songket ning hok Mok saya tenung sdiri)
Wow! That’s the first.
I have never met anybody wearing a piece of songket weaved by their mothers.. and it’s beautiful.
I can tell from the design. It’s classic and the workmanship was very refined.
There was no trace of modern songket at all – which I prefer.
didn't manage to snap a pic of him *sigh*