I had one of my grandkids today, and she wanted to weave.
Say no more.
Amazingly, she settled in to weave, and didn't make a peep for the longest time.
She seemed to be an old soul there weaving on that little loom, totally immersed in what she was doing.
It was lovely to watch.
She persisted with it, finished it, and I tied the fringe for her.
First, she tied in around her waist.
Then she draped it over her shoulders, quite proud of herself.
And rightfully so.
Heart be still, finally another weaver in the family.
We do have to work on her color sense, though.
Next seems to approve.
A feel good day.