The wind was blowing so hard every time I hung one of the potholders on the big old maple tree behind my studio to take a picture they blew off.
But the colors looked just as good on the new bed of leaves that the same tree has already dropped. As I squatted over one, framing it to post in my Etsy Shop, a big branch fell from the tree grazing my shoulder.
I looked up to see if there were any more dead branches ready to come down, then picked up my potholders and headed for my studio.
I love my potholders, but I’m not ready to die for them.
Later, when the wind quieted down, I laid the potholders on the fallen branch and took their picture.
These are some of the potholders I made from the brown, yellow and black scraps of fabric that Crik sent me. The scraps were her grandmothers from the 1960s and 70s.