Good thing

It's insane, I tell ya.
Dyeing, cutting, winding, sewing, making more and more and more weft.
Why is this nuts, you ask? Well, because I already have more weft than I will weave if I live to be 100.

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But it's the color and the texture and the endless possibilities that get me going.

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It's like crack to a weaver, let me tell ya.
I am so not in control of this obsession. Don't tell, OK?

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I have told you before that my father was a junk man. Tis true. He couldn't stop himself. He just kept bringing more and more of it home, until finally my mother moved into the back of the house, had a kitchen made, and stopped actually living with him. He lived in the front, and she in the back. That's what his obsession did.

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So I suppose it is a good thing that I don't actually LIVE at the studio, as in sleep there and stay 24/7.
Or perhaps, my husband would be moving ME into the back of the house.

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This way, my 5000 lbs of fabric, 13 looms, 7000 lbs of socks, and other various and sundry items, don't drive my husband to drastic measures.
Whew.