Some are silk batik. The one which covers her shrine has orange leaves, maroon background and cream outline. All the colors of course holding hints of the others in the cracks and slipstrings of dark and darker. I can't see her wearing this but I hope to soon.
When she died my dad put some of her stuff in our basement. I found her wicker bureau--tiny, as tall as my hips now. Each drawer holding neatly folded scarves smelling of perfumed powder. They can smell like that still but she, she always smells like that on me.