"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

Wednesday 30 July 2008

Help! I think they are breeding!

Woke up this morning....... couldn't breathe (congestion)....... serious sinus head happening (allergy)........ rolled out of bed (late)........ OUCH!! painful back (too much weaving)........ couldn't start the car (flat battery).

AND I think my handwoven scarves are BREEDING!
(Well I'm quite sure there weren't that many last night)


at 2:00 pm

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