Of course, useage varies. My lot goes through about 4 bales a day, give or take. That's 40 feet of twine a day. Every day. Day in and day out. Fourteen thousand six hundred feet a year. Nearly five thousand yards. My neighbor friend with the boarding stable goes through more like 12 bales a day, for a cool 120 feet of twine a day or 14,600 yards a year.
Sadly, it seems like most hay farmers around here use plastic twine these days. A little bit of it gets re-used around the barns for fast and dirty fix-it jobs, but most of it goes straight to the landfill.
My current hay guy, bless his heart, uses sisal (or jute - not sure which it is). Since switching to this guy, I've been re-inspired to finally find a reasonable way to re-purpose it. I say finally, because who among us hasn't looked at that pile and thought, there must be something...
My first attempts consisted mostly of trying to get the 12-year-old to think of something. Not surprisingly, that was a bust. Too cumbersome, too scratchy, too unconstrained, and frankly just too much like work for a kid to enjoy.
|sorted baling twine|
Then two unrelated happenstances occurred one upon the heels of the other. The onset of winter brought dirty, wet, messy boots to a household whose only doormat is still at the house next door and the completion of my first weaving project brought the need for another.
As happenstance would also have it, I was slated to use a different loom in my weaving class this term. I volunteered to take over a loom that a non-returning student had abandoned. She gave up, I gather, because somewhere along the line she messed up the process of threading her heddles and sleying her reed (sorry, just had to use the words heddle and sley in writing). Anyway, she'd chosen a nice pattern, but some of the threads were out of order or threaded backwards (oy). Some of the them had outright broken. It was a mess. She'd also chosen a blue cotton I would never have picked.
Still, I was looking for experience, so I volunteered to try to fix the warp and in return was given it to do with whatever I chose. Win win, right? Except that I could think of absolutely no kind of clothing, scarf, blanket, dishcloth or anything else that I wanted in blue...
..so why not a sisal doormat?
The other day, I fixed the warp. Not too hard it turned out. I'd brought a handful of twine with me, just in case I got that far.
I kinda like the blue.
|Still smelled of fresh hay|