On a recent bimble I came across some woolen rags hanging in the creek. Now the water had felted the wool already to a good degree, and after rinsing them a bit, I decided I wanted to make something from it. Taking care not to put them anywhere near any food, I took them home, put them into detergent overnight, washed them, boiled them with Chaga, Mugwort, decon tablets, Iron(III)chloride, more detergent, rinsed with Sagrotan and washed with Lanoline soap, thoroughly rinsed, and was left with some material for a pouch.
Sewed it together with some twine.
Then I quickly carved a button from boxwood someone disposed of, sewed it on, and, hey presto, possibles pouch.
I really enjoy projects like that. It really feels empowering to be able to create something from utter crap, with next to no provisions. Actually I find, that this is a political thing. There is a wealth for the poor, if we own our poverty. We should not, but this is a way to reclaim sovereignity. To reclaim life.
There is hope, after all.
Thanks for dropping in, and take good care.
