Last Saturday afternoon, I was oddly bored, which is kind of shameful to say as an urban dwelling adult. Only unintelligent losers get bored, right?! But it felt like one of those endless childhood summer afternoons, where in theory, there are dozens of things to do, but nothing sounds appealing. Read? Sure, I could read. Call a friend? Oh yes, that's an idea.
After a brisk walk around the neighborhood, I finally settled on making some new potholders. The fact that this was my antidote to boredom (and that it actually worked!) probably says something telling about me, but let's not dwell on that.
There's something extremely satisfying about making something because a need exists rather than a want. Of course, on the need vs. want scale, a potholder doesn't really compare with hand grinding cornmeal or insulating your house with mud, but you guys know what I mean, don't you?
I've had the same potholders for the last five years, and oh my goodness, have they seen better days. Using some fabric scraps from my first patchwork pillow, I cut out eight 2 inch squares and two 4 inch backs. Stitched together with some batting in between, and behold -- new potholders!