What a lovely post! My husband is making make a batterie de cuisine, rather like your Mumbai photo, and we are currently collecting old colanders (somewhat bizarrely I found 3 on the pavement by the recycling bins outside a rather grand Georgian house just asking for me to take and repurpose them) which will be light shades.
I look forward to your piece every week. Love the holes will ponder some of these phrases . Thank you so much. Have worked with cyanotype well done finding some sun. On a fun note doing creative writing MA dissertation . Woman with student card and bus pass! Guess all my best bits are in the holes of the manuscript . Love your writing as I am an artist who has been led to write too. You tick my boxes completely .
I adored this ode to colanders and holes. It's refreshing to take a guided moment to appreciate our often under appreciated homemaking tools. I had actually mislaid my love for colanders somewhere along the way. It is now rekindled with treasured memories as the resting, rinsing cradle for bright berries and warm pasta, a makeshift fruit bowl and my aproned grandmother humming at the kitchen sink as she prepared dinner.
Another thoughtful post. I knew “mending a hole in the roof “ would pop in there somewhere! You have us trained. Part of the fun reading this in bed with my coffee are the engaging comments by your readers. It seems the temp will get up to 59 today, or 13 in my corner of the Pacific Northwest of the states. Wool is the only answer!
Lovely post, I see sieves a new light now, I thought it was only me who liked battered old sieves. I travelled from Devon to Saffron Walden to go to the Sheila Robinson/Chloe Cheese exhibition after reading a previous Yarnstorm post. Well worth the journey, Saffron Walden is a lovely old town, worth a visit. Market is good, interesting shops. Alehouses. Pity it was a bit wet and chilly, but still enjoyed myself. Overdosed on tea and cake.
We have this poem (A E Stallings, The Sieve torn from the LRB) on our fridge and it chimes so well with your theme this week - I love the closing lines:
"Even now something is falling, falling, dust
And Time, infinitive,
Through perforations that ought to sound like ‘grieve’
Spike Milligan:
There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in
But they’re ever so small
That’s why rain is thin.
Came to post the same thing! :-)
Fantastic!
What a lovely post! My husband is making make a batterie de cuisine, rather like your Mumbai photo, and we are currently collecting old colanders (somewhat bizarrely I found 3 on the pavement by the recycling bins outside a rather grand Georgian house just asking for me to take and repurpose them) which will be light shades.
I look forward to your piece every week. Love the holes will ponder some of these phrases . Thank you so much. Have worked with cyanotype well done finding some sun. On a fun note doing creative writing MA dissertation . Woman with student card and bus pass! Guess all my best bits are in the holes of the manuscript . Love your writing as I am an artist who has been led to write too. You tick my boxes completely .
Lovely article. Very much enjoyed it and have shared too. There’s a great saying….
Blessed are the cracked for that is how the light gets in.
I adored this ode to colanders and holes. It's refreshing to take a guided moment to appreciate our often under appreciated homemaking tools. I had actually mislaid my love for colanders somewhere along the way. It is now rekindled with treasured memories as the resting, rinsing cradle for bright berries and warm pasta, a makeshift fruit bowl and my aproned grandmother humming at the kitchen sink as she prepared dinner.
Another thoughtful post. I knew “mending a hole in the roof “ would pop in there somewhere! You have us trained. Part of the fun reading this in bed with my coffee are the engaging comments by your readers. It seems the temp will get up to 59 today, or 13 in my corner of the Pacific Northwest of the states. Wool is the only answer!
Love this article…elevates the humble sieve….l collect them and hang them in my old apple tree…
Great post - I too love a colander and have a collection of them which I use as summer garden planters - the drainage is already provided!
Lovely post, I see sieves a new light now, I thought it was only me who liked battered old sieves. I travelled from Devon to Saffron Walden to go to the Sheila Robinson/Chloe Cheese exhibition after reading a previous Yarnstorm post. Well worth the journey, Saffron Walden is a lovely old town, worth a visit. Market is good, interesting shops. Alehouses. Pity it was a bit wet and chilly, but still enjoyed myself. Overdosed on tea and cake.
We have this poem (A E Stallings, The Sieve torn from the LRB) on our fridge and it chimes so well with your theme this week - I love the closing lines:
"Even now something is falling, falling, dust
And Time, infinitive,
Through perforations that ought to sound like ‘grieve’
But rhyme with ‘give’."
https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v44/n10/a.e.-stallings/the-sieve
What a marvellous poem! I hadn't come across it, so thank you