Striped baker's twine is the latest thing I need. A roll of it in every colour, to cover all eventualities.
|From The Twinery, the mothership of twine. It is available in Ireland from here.|
I cannot, in fact, think of a single eventuality, but am instinctively convinced that twine will return me to a simpler existence, where our family will live in a sparse yet cosy cabin — a sort of indoor prairie, if you will — in which we will sit on rough-hewn benches, transform outgrown garments into patchwork dishcloths, and eat bowl upon bowl of hearty porridge. It will be emblematic, all 18 large rolls of it, of breaking free of the shackles of consumerism.
|One can also buy smaller quantities, but would it be enough? |
[Image: The Twinery]
Until the courier arrives with the twine, rough-hewn benches, beginners' patchworking kit and organic hand-selected oatflakes, I have my final fling with clutter by upcycling a bottle.
|An empty Bombay Sapphire gin bottle makes a fine lamp. |
Blue Daughter added Blue Teddy.
I drank the gin myself, made the lamp myself, and was briefly self-satisfied until I started fretting about where I would find an incidental-looking vintage metal display unit in which to store the rolls of twine. The sort of thing that looks as though I spotted it in a chicken-shed and reclaimed it, but without having to go and peer into local chicken-sheds as I am too busy for that, too busy planning my Quaker future with all the lovely, lovely twine.