"Every night, just when the dark was softest and sleep was deepest, there came a loud noise from the end of the great room. It came from the place where the loom and spindle stood, where by day the grandmother spun and the mother wove."

 from "The Spindle Imp" by Alida Sims Malkus

Saturday 10 May 2008

Magic

Last weekend was a magic weekend, full of spinning and knitting. All intruders, destroyers of bliss, were ignored and the beginnings of socks occurred.



at 5:10 pm

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Congratuluations on the blog! No wonder I haven't heard from you. I love the yarn and the yarn in the post after. From Vicki silk angel

12 May 2008 at 8:17 pm

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