“In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.”
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood | Magnolia, part of a commission, before cleaning and inking. | Summer 2019
So, we live in a rental and this wall is starting to get ugly weather marks and peeling paint, so I made this wall hanging to hide it. This one is 4x3 ft, the biggest one out of all the three macrame projects that I’ve made. ✨🥨 I’m still learning this craft, and I made so many mistakes on this piece - and learned a LOT along the way. Haha! On another note, we’re experiencing more humidity here and I’m so happy that it’s finally drizzling at times in our area! ☀️🌦🌿
