Some of you may remember several years ago an image of a cotton tea towel I designed and wove. Last winter I designed another and wove some more. The day I put it on the line in my backyard seemed perfect. The sky was the perfect shade of blue but no matter now long I stood there the wind wasn't strong enough to blow the edge of the towel over so you could see the other side. So I will tell you that the other side is different and it is paler. While I was standing there I did notice subtle things about the way the cloth moved in the slight breeze. And because it's a textile you will have to imagine it's softness but also the crispness and the pattern as I know that by the time this picture makes it onto the blog the fine details in it have become obscure.
Some of you may remember several years ago an image of a cotton tea towel I designed and wove. Last winter I designed another and wove some more. The day I put it on the line in my backyard seemed perfect. The sky was the perfect shade of blue but no matter now long I stood there the wind wasn't strong enough to blow the edge of the towel over so you could see the other side. So I will tell you that the other side is different and it is paler. While I was standing there I did notice subtle things about the way the cloth moved in the slight breeze. And because it's a textile you will have to imagine it's softness but also the crispness and the pattern as I know that by the time this picture makes it onto the blog the fine details in it have become obscure. With every towel I weave I am reminded of these words," Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow." Psalm 51:7
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