What to do with French linen and hemp?
Other than wrapping it around you while you walk in the garden under a full moon singing a happy tune about how much you love linen? Other than using the linen for what it was meant to be used for, collecting grain, drying dishes, covering a mattress and or wrapping up a dead pig?
I decided to stack mine and stuff it under a dome. First I washed the old linen and hemp, in cold water with very little mild soap, then I hung it out to dry. I did not iron mine, instead I folded them tightly, neatly into a perfect tower, but it looked to uniform, sterile, stiff... I wanted a more artsy look. I refolded the linen and stacked it come what may.
It helps to fold the linen small enough to fit inside the dome. Hence I had to refolded the linen a third time.
Doing laundry is not on my bucket list.
Then because the linen has a mind of its own it fell over.
The Tower of Babel heard a few new words.
I added a rusty key and velvet pin cushion apple to the linen tower. Next I started to stuff the tower in the dome.
My original idea was to stand on the kitchen counter and put the dome over the tower.
But that damn apple pin cushion would not stay straight. Yes I swore at that forbidden fruit, sneaky little thing!
Since putting the dome over the tower of linen was a not happening idea, I stuffed it instead... forgetting to put the velvet apple pin cushion in first! ... Ding dong is my middle name.
At last: linen and hemp dishtowels stuffed inside a glass dome.
Kitchen counter art and a velvet apple not to be used in a pie.
Then funny enough I heard a knock at the front door, turning around I saw Madame Provencal. Holding her market basket firmly in hand she said to me, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... linen under a glass dome... Corey, Corey, Corey I am sooooo disappointed in you! Running around in the garden with nothing on but a linen sheet is more your style. Please do not disappoint me now."
I hugged her, then ran outside and gave my neighbors something to talk about.
