I know you have been wondering what has happened to Fiber Arts Boy David’s array of fluorescent potholders, the potholders that so occupied us last summer. (True, serious readers of Mason-Dixon Knitting will remember this passing fad, the one that came after the giant ball of yarn and before the copious God’s eye manufacturing at Christmas. And the five-strand braiding. And basketmaking. And papermaking.)
David’s art teacher has the crafty gene, and she now has all the second graders making potholders. Well, David came home today and excavated the following, which he arranged for me to stitch together. At first I tried crocheting these together, but after one square and fourteen cuss words, I got out the darning needle and whipstitched in a frenzy.
I think his arrangement is kind of artful.
When I returned from my church moms’ retreat (see Found Objects for the harrowing story of my survival), there were four giant bags of new potholder loops in the kitchen. Hubbo made a trip to the crafts store over the weekend, so we’re set until the next decade. Hubbo hates to run out of stuff.