This song goes on and on and on..It's a never ending song...........

Any one that ever went to YMCA/YWCA camp knows this song. Guaranteed to drive any parent nuts if given a child long enough to sing those ever repetitive phrases. I think of this song as I braid and braid and braid scraps of fabric. First I strip the pieces of fabric 3" wide and attach one segment after another of scraps from quilts long gone. Unable to throw out this perfect fabric that is left over from my many projects. I press the pieces in half and half again. I bind three together in the beginning and start to braid about 20' long pieces . After I un knot myself from the coiling strips I start to wrap it into a circle, forever stopping to anchor with thread and needle. I marvel at much time It has taken me to craft together a 20" circle eventually to be a rug, thinking of our ancesters who braided these rugs to add warmth to the cold wooden floors of their thresholds. With various colors I add new lengths to be braided to the ones before it.. I think of how cheaply I can purchase one of these rugs, and the hours it has taken me to get this far. I think of the people in Asia and India- braiding,knotting, tying and weaving rugs with their delicate small hands and how little they receive for their efforts. I am not sure why I even started this project- perhaps to enlighten myself on a new skill, perhaps punishment for not eating all my veggies as a child. It is one of those bets you have with yourself wondering if you are capable of completing a new found project and being too tenacious to give up !! I have no idea who will inherit my task, and once it is of a presentable size I will photograph it for your amusement.