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Me, Myself & I

Emblem – Knots Infused with Might

Silk flows like a river, unbroken, eternal. Patterns stretch across time, carrying the weight of names once carved into stone, stitched into banners, and whispered in halls where power lived and never faded. Emblem Collection holds the stories of kings and scholars, warriors and poets, all bound together in knots that refuse to unravel.

A merchant pressed his seal into a rug’s border, knowing thread outlasts ink. A ruler had his crest woven into silk, so every step reminded him of his roots. A poet traced lines onto fabric so fine, the sun had to touch it to reveal its secrets. Every name finds its place in the weave, held firm, held forever in the silence of the knots.

SHIELD

A barrier can rise from stone, from iron, from silence. Some choose silk instead. Shield carries tales of guardians who stood before gates, rulers who sat on woven legacies, and families who passed protection down through thread.

A queen once ordered a rug so dense, no blade could tear it, believing layers held safety. A child wrapped himself in fabric stitched with his ancestors’ names; certain history would shield him. A weaver tied knots so tight, they held their shape for centuries, absorbing every footstep, every secret, every war fought above them. Some walls crumble. Silk remains.

BADGE

A name carries weight only when remembered. Badge holds the proof. A stitch carries history better than ink, more honestly than stories in hurried whispers. A weaver needs no voice when a pattern can speak.

A merchant sewed his initials into silk, trusting thread to tell the world who he was. A warrior’s emblem stretched across a rug gifted by his mother, so every step carried the memory of home. A scholar etched equations into the fabric so future minds could see the same truths written long before they were born. Some names vanish. Others stay, held by the weight of a single thread.

ACCOLADE

A prize means little if it fades. Medals tarnish, the ink disappears, and voices grow quiet. Accolade speaks in silk, holding every achievement in a weave that refuses to be erased.

A sultan commissioned an intricate rug; no one could fathom how it was made. A poet embroidered his greatest verses, trusting fabric to keep them when paper failed. A teacher stitched his students’ names into a cloth he never let go, believing knowledge must be carried, not stored. Some honors come in gold. Some live on in the thread.

CREST

A family’s story exists beyond books. Crest holds the inheritance, the quiet passing of duty from one name to the next, bound by silk instead of blood.

A king walked across a rug embroidered with his grandfather’s crest, never doubting where he belonged. A sailor carried a cloth woven with his homeland’s emblem, trusting it to guide him back no matter how far he roamed. A mother wrapped her child in fabric older than herself, whispering the names that would carry forward. A crest speaks without words. A thread holds stronger than any chain.

CORDON

A boundary lives beyond walls. Cordon stretches across time, drawing a line between rulers and rebels, between wealth and survival, between those who carry a name and those who seek to earn one.

A merchant’s guild placed a rug at its hall’s entrance, allowing only those who understood its symbols to enter. A general gifted his troops a woven banner, promising no enemy would cross its edge. A city stitched a golden thread into every fabric sent beyond its walls, a silent reminder of where it came from. A line holds power when it’s made of silk.

INSIGNIA

A claim needs no words when stitched into the world. Insignia ties identity into fabric, a silent declaration of belonging, worth, and presence.

A warrior had his insignia tied into a rug beneath his feet, trusting the weave to carry his victories longer than any story. A scholar marked his research in silk, ensuring the next generation would remember what had already been discovered. A ruler had his name sewn into a rug’s border, guaranteeing his presence even where his feet would never tread. Some leave legacies in stone. Others leave them in the knots.

TOKEN

A memory weighs more than gold. Token carries the weight of moments too precious to vanish, too heavy to leave behind.

A mother wove a lock of her child’s hair into fabric meant to outlast them both. A traveler kept a piece of embroidered silk in his pocket, convinced it held every step he had ever taken. A soldier returned home to find a rug still carrying the scent of the family he left behind. Some memories fade when spoken aloud. Some stay forever in the thread.

Allegory

A myth tells its story inside words. A rug tells its story inside thread. Allegory carries its truth beneath the surface, waiting for the right hands to unravel its meaning.

A sultan once walked across a rug that held the face of a kingdom he had burned. A poet once traced his lost lover’s name inside the borders of a weave that no one else could read. A mother once pressed a prayer into silk, knowing her children would find it. A rug filled with secrets will always find someone willing to listen.

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

Arabesque, Terminus, Emblem, Surveyor, Folklore, and Promenade collections house the grandeur of centennial artistry. Brace yourself. Every collection will carry you on a traditional odyssey. 

An album of artisan hands, a collection of millions of knots

CONTEMPORARY COLLECTION

Art is constantly transforming. Seasons, Dermis, Lovers And Dreamers, Cosmic Order, and Holding Court collections all mirror that. The present moves, but silk holds onto it, preserving light before it slips away.