Sometimes, a change in perspective is a good thing.

I am weaving kitchen towels at the moment, part of the unfolding chapter of my life in the Hilltowns. This is an easy and relaxing project. It tells a few words about me, but I wouldn’t call it deeply autobiographical. I don’t have a very close relationship with the kitchen.

Teal, you know, is one of my favorite colors, and I have discovered that it spans a wide range of emotions, from longing to contentment. It is both the road and the destination. I’m not sure the two are different.

In this context, black is simply practical. I’ve had the same black kitchen towels for thirteen years. They are fading to deep grey, but they don’t look shabby the way that stained towels do. Hopefully, these handwoven ones will last even longer.