From Art Propelled
Minus the running kantha stitches-- this looks like my recent eco printing cloth. The dark ones. I can see how the running stitches give it added dimension. Dark thread in the light areas and light thread in the darks.
At Goodwill I looked at a few steamer pots they had on the shelving where they put old beat up old kitchen things. Ten dollars seemed like too much. I could be mistaken. We'll see if they are still there next week.
I could always use what I already have--like the compost bucket. It was/is a newish kettle and lid combo and has never been on the stove. I just need to insert the steamer basket I already own. And perhaps a can to raise the basket above the amount of water I want to use. Well, that seems like an interesting plan. Then I don't buy anything (dual usage) and don't have to worry about whether I contaminated my Revereware soup pot with iron water. I have scrubbed it 10 times. Still worried. But it's iron and not lead. Any comments are welcome. I haven't made any soup in it since the cloth steaming so no one's been poisoned. And I have other cooking pots that I can easily use to make future soup.
It was stupid of me to use a cooking pot. But I hadn't ever used iron/rust water and didn't think it through until AFTER.
But I pinky swear not to make any soup in the kettle I steamed cloth and rusty water in.
I have an overdue book on sadness and food to read---G and Riley are both asleep as I write this. Both snoring away. We turned off the television. Trump really limited the scope of the FBI so I have no hope left regarding the new Judge for Life. So-I baked a pan of brownies.
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