My crafty sister took a macramé class in approximately 1978 and churned out something like this:
I didn’t give it much thought, but in retrospect, there was also a hanging planter like this:
I vaguely recall that this hanger also had a shelf made of a cross-section of a tree, shellacked to death with little drippy bits of sealant on the bottom of the natural wood.
And then macrame died.
I first started seeing the resurrection of macramé in serious design-y places like Jonathan Adler’s home a few years ago.
I died for this.
The oversized scale and the retro-ness of it all added up to pure heaven.
Maryanne Moodie is modern macrame darling. Here’s one of her pieces:
I’m just obsessed.
I would love, love, love to have one of these bright, super-scaled macrame works hanging on the wall of Fancy Pants Ranch.
While I’m good at tying knots in the OR, though, I am not certain this skill translates to fiber art.