A Basket Case
Back in May, in a fit of nostalgia, I decided to do a spot of flax weaving.
I made my first kete, and not being one to do things by halves, decided on a square bottomed diagonal basket! Sitting out on my patio, stripping fibrous leaves of flax, I was reminded of days at primary school spent pronouncing vowels, weaving fish and flowers, and frying clumpy handfuls of dough on a small electric griddle.
After much frustration and undoing, I was finally happy enough with the result. The smell of flax permeated through my apartment for weeks, and now, a couple of months later, the dried out container is just perfect for holding onions bought around on Meath St.
