This is what I do most mornings–some earlier than others. I follow spirals. Follow thread. Stitch covered rope wrapped the prior evening. It’s always a surprise. An offering of sorts.
The question becomes are these bowls or baskets? And the reason I wonder is because the images don’t indicate scale. A huge basket can look the same size as a small bowl. And for some reason I’m not inclined to place a quarter or a banana next to the bowls. Because I love way they look straight on, into the center. A mandala effect. So these particular bowls vary in size from 7.5 to 6 inches in diameter and 1.5 to 2 inches in height. Could be that a bowl isn’t as tall as a basket. Could be that it doesn’t matter at all.
Yesterday Mo suggested adding color to the rim of the vegetable dyed bowls. So I tried it and agree that the results are better. I love her feedback, love suggestions for making things better –but this morning I’m feeling that hand dyeing rope is just way too labor intensive. And I find myself wondering “why bowls?” So I’m thinking other things to dye. Yardage maybe. Scraps more likely.
And yesterday I didn’t delve into my dy(e)ing thoughts but this morning I found that Grace did it for me, in her wonderfully inimitable style. And the point here, for me, is that living and dying are not exclusive. But concurrent. And I need to remind self that how I do one is how I do the other.