Sometimes I wonder what compels me to keep tying the blue bailing twine onto the gate post. It would be so much easier to just throw it away each time I remove it from a bale of hay.
But I have this thing for string, for fibers in general. My hands love to tie and knot, they take over and leave me behind. Maybe in another lifetime I sat with other women and knotted fishing nets. Something practical and necessary.
But I’ve decided not to think about it too much. I don’t need to make sense of it, I will choose instead to listen to my hands and let them do their work.
Maybe they know something don’t.
If you’re interested in seeing how my Blue Bailing Twine began, you can see it’s evolution here.
