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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