Friday, November 8, 2019

spiritual musings, My macrame Love.

My Adorable Macramé bag!

My father was posted at Jorhat,Assam  in the 1966, he used to go to his place of duty by IAF airplane, while this facility was not provided to families of IAF officer's families, so we had to stay at Agra (kheria air force station residence area) as journey by train was risky due to Naga riots at that time. After some time we had to move to our village and I was admitted to Tosham Girl’s Middles school. It was then I saw the girls of my class were making macramé purses. I was a small child as compared to my other class mates, and I wasn’t able to learn that(difficult, I even not dared to try for that) macramé stitch to make my purse like those girls. But I love that stuff and later after a long period when macramé fashion come back. 

with strands....lying in front!
the same bag with dark background!


I took some classes in Macramé while I was still living in Hisar in 1972 and this was the first bag I made. It took me little to get the knots right but it was worth the efforts. It’s not complicated as it may seem. All you need to start



binding the threads (this is macrame wire) around a cardboard to hold threads to that bunch of threads and that’s all the equipment you’ll use. In this one I made lots of “plain” and “cord” knots. 80 lengths of cords for this bag each measuring 4 meters.I will explain the difficult knot briefly with drawings in my forthcoming macramé project






Collage of my macramé work

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