A great cure for my winter blahs is time spent weaving. Thanks to the expert assistance of the folks at Color Crossing in Roberts, Wisconsin, my loom is now in my own place and I can adjust my time to fit the rest of my life.
I am working on a set of dishtowels that have to be the most labor intensive cotton towels ever. There is something about making useful items with my own hands that feels satisfying. I am grateful with each throw of the shuttle for the chance to do this kind of "work". Since people of all cultures in all times have been making cloth, I can also feel connected to folks all over the planet.
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