One day when I am old,

I would like very much to sit by a fire (in winter) or on the veranda (in summer),

and spin.  Yes, spin…raw wool in hand shaping, stretching..

becoming.

And afterwards, I shall weave it.

Pulling, pressing…

                   making into.

Yes, I should like this very much…

one day when I am old.

For now, we weave on smaller looms and play with wool and fiber.

And this is just fine…for now.

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{photos of our state’s annual ‘sheep to shawl’ competition; contestants have 2.5 hrs to shear the sheep, card the wool, spin it and weave into a shawl to later auction off — fascinating, I fell in love.  So did my kiddo…and the weaving loom came out of the closet.}

Grace to your weekend friends…

Next week, the promised file folder system post is coming!