I’ve had boxes of fabric piled up in our laundry room for over a month. I’d go through it when I was looking for something particular and wash them before using them.
But now that we’re using the woodstoves everyday, I needed to move the boxes so I could get into the woodshed. That’s what got me begin washing the fabric. I still have one box to go, but these days our clothesline is hung with fabric not our clothes.
I love the way a full clothesline looks. And each time I walk from the house to my studio or back, I picture a quilt.
A clothesline quilt.
Fabric with a lace edge of snow.
