The Trivet
We were at Glastonbury and she wanted to make a trivet, but a very specific trivet. She’d got one of those tiny single camping gaz stoves, which are hopelessly unstable when you actually try to cook anything on them, but she had this idea to make a much more stable and larger trivet to sit over it so you could set a pot or kettle on it safely.
She thought it might take an hour or so and was surprised when I laughed! We designed exactly what she wanted and started on the legs. Over two sessions she got the legs done, perfectly measured and with barley twists just because they looked good and were fun to do, but by now it was Sunday and we’d run out of time. She took her work, brought me supper and we promised to complete it next year.
And we actually did! I’d made a note to bring a suitable ring for the top from my scrap pile, though I didn’t know for sure whether she’d reappear, but there she was! She turned up with the legs from the previous year and we heated and bent them to the correct angle, drilled both the legs and the ring, which we then riveted to complete the piece. It was a beautiful little trivet, she was absolutely delighted and took it straight back to her tent to test. It did the job perfectly and was a great success – her little gaz stove was transformed and stable. She brought me another meal and we contemplated what we reckoned was the perfechttps://katethewordsmith.com/tales-from-the-craft-field/5/#the-fish-hook-removert example of hippy time.
Kate The Wordsmith 