A few years ago I made five potholders. Since then we have become friends, she and her husband John having Zoom dinners with me and Jon during the shutdown.
Ellen is a writer finishing up her latest book and we always have lots to talk about.
A couple of weeks ago Ellen sent me an email saying she burned through two of the potholders that I made her and asked if I could make more for her.
I use them constantly. She wrote me, I love everything about them. I love how pretty they look in my kitchen. I love that art can be functional. I love the notion of women making art however and wherever we found ourselves down through the years. And now I love that they come from you. These potholders are somehow more than just potholders to me. They are a physical manifestation of the important contributions women have made to culture throughout time. That’s a lot of freight for a little potholder, huh?
It is a lot to put on my humble but hardworking potholders, but they can handle it. And actually what Ellen wrote about my potholders is just how I feel about them.
So I made her five more, using some pieces of a quilt square someone sent me, and an old rabbit feed bag among other scraps of fabric.