Strange. But that is just how I feel. It has been 10 months since I've posted. Weaving is a sticky web for me. I cannot loose it from my fingers. But, I only just sit somewhere near the looms, or play with the yarn, or design, and don't actually weave. Yet, it feels somehow very important to my very existence, like a life's purpose that I am ignoring. There. The theatrics are out of the way. But it still feels a little like that.
I'm back it looks like. A quiet thanks (you have no idea) to my dear friend, Leslie.