It all began with some rope. Rope and a bag full of scrap fabric that my sister collected from her quilting projects. “Try to make a basket,” she said. She is always full of project ideas. Did I mention she is a saint?
Anyway. She showed me how to wrap the fabric strips around the rope. Around and around. It was almost hypnotic. And the bag of fabric strips promised so many expressions of color – bright greens that leaned towards the warmth of yellow and dark greens that moved toward the coolness of blue, reds that burned into orange or cooled into violet. So many possibilities!
So I wrapped and wrapped and buried my hands into the pile of fabric strips pulling up new promises.
I was addicted.
