I’m familiar with macrame. The kind I knew was made of the itchy, dirt colored fiber of the 70s in the form of a plant hanger. This snuffaluffagus was wiry, rough and unpalatable but functional. It was not a sensual, tactile experience running my fingers through its tassel fringe but rather something I did as a child, out of curiosity or sheer boredom.
It is no wonder, in the few years popularity in macrame grew I gravitated to the craft. I was enthralled by its simplistic beauty and versatility. I’m excited by its second coming, this time with an enjoyable choice of supplies.
Art created with a series of knots, armed with cord, pins and a board depending on your method or project, a wall hanging, planter, bag, earrings or necklace. The array is dizzying.