I had heard this word, Saki-ori, before, but I never quite took in what it is. The Japanese tradition of creating new cloth from old cloth, weaving with thin strips of worn fabric. Akin to rag rugs, but on a fine scale, soft enough for clothing.
When I made these …
for these …
… I knew I would come back to this, one day. Find out more. Take it further.
A long time ago, I stitched connections between the fabrics I’ve worn and worn out.
Three weeks ago I met a woman who will never buy any clothes again, ever.
Then, I read the year of enough by Joanna of Things[HandMade].
Yesterday, sorting out supplies for a feltmaking day I’m leading next week, I felt drowned in everything I’ve amassed, such quantities that I hardly know what I have.
There’s so much going on in my head right now I think I may fly apart. But I hope that the quiet discipline of cloth will hold the fragments together.