The beginning of a new adventure
Just about a year ago, my partner talked me into a weaving class. We were going to be in the area (near Providence, RI) with a few hours to kill, and it looked like fun. "Sure," I said. "I doubt I'll ever want to do it again, but a 3 hour class seems like a fun way to kill some time."
I think she may be regretting that, now. This will be the highly intermittent tale of my travels through the world of weaving, and a place to record what I've made and (sometimes) why.
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