Drunken Day's Eyes...
Mar. 22nd, 2007 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lwoodI have a round stringy thingy here that looks like a daisy doodled by giddy seven-year-olds, all in white mercerized cotton on a black leather desk pad.
The innermost row, where all the petals meet, is a tight grommet: one foundation loop wrapped with twenty-seven knots, then cinched taut.
Twenty-seven meshed loops depend from there, joined at the points, separate at the ends.
Each of the twenty-seven has one loop alone, and is linked to its neighbors, and now there are, so the pattern tells me, fifty-three.
From here, the loops will not feather directly out, but only link, one to anotherandanotherandanother around, linked like fences, meshed like chains, chained like daisies.
But for now, it is only the bottom of a bag, so it is the day's eye, drunk, in loopy loops, just another careless blackboard doodle.
I've been learning netmaking so I can burn up my sock yarn leftovers into string bags, something like this, only I reserve the right to hack, because that's just how I roll. It doesn't take anything like the fine-grained dexterity crochet does, and I figure it's like sneaking up to nalebinding by the back door.
Nalebinding was the only fiber art I've tried so far that kicked my ass into incomprehensibility. It is derived, 'tis said, from netmaking.
This asskicking thing won't happen twice; I have a stack of old jeans, and some year, about when the butts become tote bags, the legs will be net-tied or nale-bound into something else.
In the meantime...I have a drunkly doodled daisy. 8-)
-- Lorrie
The innermost row, where all the petals meet, is a tight grommet: one foundation loop wrapped with twenty-seven knots, then cinched taut.
Twenty-seven meshed loops depend from there, joined at the points, separate at the ends.
Each of the twenty-seven has one loop alone, and is linked to its neighbors, and now there are, so the pattern tells me, fifty-three.
From here, the loops will not feather directly out, but only link, one to anotherandanotherandanother around, linked like fences, meshed like chains, chained like daisies.
But for now, it is only the bottom of a bag, so it is the day's eye, drunk, in loopy loops, just another careless blackboard doodle.
I've been learning netmaking so I can burn up my sock yarn leftovers into string bags, something like this, only I reserve the right to hack, because that's just how I roll. It doesn't take anything like the fine-grained dexterity crochet does, and I figure it's like sneaking up to nalebinding by the back door.
Nalebinding was the only fiber art I've tried so far that kicked my ass into incomprehensibility. It is derived, 'tis said, from netmaking.
This asskicking thing won't happen twice; I have a stack of old jeans, and some year, about when the butts become tote bags, the legs will be net-tied or nale-bound into something else.
In the meantime...I have a drunkly doodled daisy. 8-)
-- Lorrie
