You are, even if you don't realize it, my evil ladder.

Even if you don't realize it, you are my wicked ladder. Said by an unknown Aperiathite. Apiranthos, the village that writes lyrics. Most Aperiathites, even today, compose two-line songs with great ease. With these, they express their feelings. The "kotsakia," as they are called, usually consist of iambic octosyllables, always rhyming verses.

Each piece in the collection is unique. The embroidery and the incorporation of the woven element are done by hand, with care and attention to detail — a tradition reflected in every stitch. The photos are indicative: the slight difference you will notice in your own piece is precisely what makes it unique.