"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

The SpindleImp


This:
Has become this:
Which is growing into this:Moroccan Days/Arabian Nights Shawl
by Susan Pandorf

at 2:38 pm

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