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  In so many ways I have been feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of the things going ‘wrong’ in this world. Now, ‘conservatives’ should be ‘happy’ but I’ve come to the conclusion that they are never happy, they are just extremely unhappy right down to the core of their being. So, given I am in…

  Once again I’m playing with my little microscope, trying to see beyond the ‘obvious’.  The yarn on the left is 2/20 merc. cotton, the one on the right is 2/10 merc. cotton. I use that designation because it is pretty clear (to me) that they have been ring spun – the yarns are smooth…

  Spent some time over the past couple of days trying to think how best to organize myself, given the extreme limits on my energy (if I had more energy, my available time would be plenty). I think I’ve sorted out a few things.  One of them is the necessity to re-thread the sample warp…

  I suppose that I became aware of the concept of a ‘reality bubble’ rather early, in part because I read a lot.  I also compared myself to other kids I knew and became aware that some had rather ‘more’ than I did, and some?  Had less.  For example, my brother and I never had…

  I suppose that I became aware of the concept of a ‘reality bubble’ rather early, in part because I read a lot.  I also compared myself to other kids I knew and became aware that some had rather ‘more’ than I did, and some?  Had less.  For example, my brother and I never had…

  I suppose that I became aware of the concept of a ‘reality bubble’ rather early, in part because I read a lot.  I also compared myself to other kids I knew and became aware that some had rather ‘more’ than I did, and some?  Had less.  For example, my brother and I never had…

  Tranquility Where do ideas come from, anyway? Dunno.   All I know is that I have an almost unending parade of new things I want to try, new designs I’d like to weave, new colour combinations that I’d like to see interact in warp/weft.   What I don’t expect – or even *try* for – is…

  When is something ‘too much’? Yesterday I talked about my brother, Don.  Today I answered a question on a group and referenced the jacket I wove for him.  It was a labour of love, quite literally.  I would not have done it for anyone else in the world. He loved working with trains, eventually…

  Don Holzworth driving the Little Prince steam loci At his memorial, one of his friends called my brother Don a catalyst.  I had to agree.  Then I spent a lot of time thinking about him – what he achieved in his (too short) life.  I was honoured that he felt he could turn to…