Fibre is still drying…None of it is mine.  This make me sad.  The great colours make me happy.

Something else that made me not sad.  I was weaving today……not really weaving, but tossing a shuttle back and forth and making my hand spun live in a different way.  Pictures tomorrow when Pearl helps me get it off the loom.  I felt something…….I sense trouble.   I blame Terri, possibly Sonia….