One of the prototype cusspots.
This one was made from 12 strand cotton string that came from the first post office that my mother worked at in Goldens Bridge. They used to tie bundles of mail and magazines with this stuff. In a pinch, they could have used in a hanging. When the old PO was closed, they were going to throw four giant cones of this in the trash. I was twelve and I knew it was wrong. This was the very last of it.
This is about the size of a baseball and was covered car grime. A soak in laundry detergent, no bleach and it looks like the day I made it and will go back to catching coins in the console of his car.
All this whiteness has me itching to stoke up the dye deck this weekend. I feel the need for color.
1 comment:
the one i have from you sits by the TV, handy for catching penalties from Greyman watching US political news....i think it could be emptied and started again 4fold :)
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