Sindhi Rillis – Memories of Beauty and Comfort

From the time I can remember we had two types of quilts in our home. One type was lovingly made by women in churches in the United States, given periodically to my parents as gifts for their home in the far away land of Pakistan – a land understood by church goers primarily through slide shows and the eyes of my parents. I am convinced those quilts were made with prayer and our good in mind. The quilts were hand crafted so well, and provided such warmth, that this past year two of my children absconded with a couple of them as a means of comfort against Chicago and New York winters.

The others were completely different, from pattern, to fabric, to the circumstances of those making the quilts – they were Sindhi rillis. Sindhi rillis are generally of brighter colors than the more muted choices of quilters in the United states and the patterns are more complicated and geometric. They graced beds, couches, floors and even served as picnic blankets throughout my life in Pakistan. Rillis are not only beautiful, they are warm, they are artistic, and  they offer economic opportunity for women that is not dependent on weather or other circumstances external to the home.

Rillis, like many crafts in Pakistan, are made for practical use and the creator doesn’t realize how beautiful and unique they are. Like many things in my childhood, I didn’t always realize how beautiful they were. As I went into junior high I began favoring the synthetic, fluffy, comforters, purchased on sale out of a Sears catalogue, made not for warmth but for show.  My mother kindly conceded to this (and I might add other requests reflecting my age) probably thinking “what a waste” but allowing me this “all things American are better” attitude, recognizing I would outgrow it. Future interactions had me expressing the opposite view of “all things away from America are better” until the pendulum settled in the middle. The point it, I didn’t see rillis for what they were – a beautiful craft, skillfully created with minimal materials and maximum ingenuity.

My appreciation for rillis grew as I got older. The difficult patterns and stitches executed by women in villages who were illiterate amazed me. This weekend I saw a clip of a YouTube video from a friend that shows a beautiful slide show of rillis accompanied by music. It brought me once again across the ocean to a different place and time. Most of all it took me back to the women behind the rillis – women who were true entrepreneurs in their homes and villages. It also brings me back, in gratefulness, to my childhood and the warmth, beauty and comfort that I experienced, so well represented by the Sindhi rilli.

What are things from your childhood that represent comfort? Better still, what do you have appreciation for now, that you didn’t in your childhood? Join the conversation in the comment section! 

A guest post for Communicating Across Boundaries called Bright Pink Razais written by Robynn Bliss is a great piece about the comfort of Indian quilts. If you haven’t read it already, take a look!

8 thoughts on “Sindhi Rillis – Memories of Beauty and Comfort

  1. Thanks Marilyn for showing this beautiful art. Not only have these quilts warmed up many a cold winter night, but the intricate and artistic applique designs found their way to haute couture, splashing many a khameez with color and beauty. Interior designers delighted in throwing some of this fascinating art into their designed rooms, etc.( I once ordered specific color combinations for a couple of women interior designers.) Now and then I’ve spotted the rillis or cushion covers in various magazines. I feel pride when I think of the women, often illiterate, who patiently cut those myriad of designs, sewed the appliques together, and then quilted them with hundreds of small stitches. Warm memories of the past!!

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    1. Bettie – what a lovely picture you create with this comment! I love the pride you talk about – it’s so true. Thanks for bringing this added picture to the conversation.

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  2. Marilyn… I found myself coveting several of the rillis in the video!! What an amazing art form!!
    Thanks for introducing me to this…. I think I have a rilli! You would love it. It was given to me by the SP’s wife in Layyah, Mrs Yacoob. The colours are vibrant purple and pink. There’s a fringe around the perimeter and little mirrors woven into the pattern as well. I’ve always loved it but haven’t always had a place for it. It’s outlandish and tends to take over a room! I have a new respect for it now, though, thanks to you!

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    1. The rilli you have sounds just like the ones I grew up with!! Where did Mrs Yacoob grow up? And you’re right, they do take over a room. It’s so interesting how our decor reflects our lives….sometimes harmonizing beautifully as we pair cultural views of beauty and other times feeling like it clashes…hmmm! I am so ready for another taste of your writing.

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