I've started to make a basket. This basket is coiled together from string and sewn into place with speckled wool. The slow paced action of wrapping the string around and around allows my mind to wonder. I think about my Gran trying each and every craft - spinning wool, bee keeping, knitting, crocheting, dyeing, stitching, beading, lace making, wickerwork. Perhaps basketry was one of the few she didn't try.
I have a basket in my home which I love. Made from willows of different colours. Decorated with shells. As I wash the dishes or make tea I stare at it and think of Molly Rathbone, it's maker, slowly gathering the materials, then building this piece from such simple things she has found.