In 1975 I was looking for a career that would fascinate me for the rest of my life. In a way, weaving chose me!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
We are in the club house with looms in all three rooms. With the ice on the roads this morning a 30 minute drive turned into nearly three hours.
Everyone finally made it and there are some happy weavers now weaving lace.
Tomorrow is supposed to be much nicer weather wise. We are keeping fingers and toes crossed.
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