In the shuffling of stuff, my thread box got dumped. It was overstuffed so it was more like a spew.
Sorting the colors threatened to give me a headache. The colors I gravitate to rarely fix in once camp or another. What I know to be true - how they look on the skein is far from how they look in a stitch. The variables are too many to count.
This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right.
This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.
Nothing moves me. Yet.
2 comments:
Of course, the beauty of your threads...but also, so love this tray. The beauty of the many uses. I have an old child's chalkboard like that, and was just thinking about it...used for making, puzzles, block building, coloring...even if not pretty to look at, I've always loved it.
I wonder what will come — after giving away some big quilts — out in the wild — and getting rid of so much stuff and organizing things that have been untouched for so long. It’s bound to make a difference when you start stitching again.
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