My head told me, about 5 a.m., that it was cold and gray and gloomy.   I didn't even have to open the blinds to see if that was correct...

I spent a quiet few hours at the studio, threading my 8 harness Baby Wolf for point twill dish towels. It was  guaranteed to require lots o...

Evenings in February are pretty uneventful at my house.  Roy is usually snuggled up in his blankie.  DH in his recliner. I am usually knit...

Remember this??   My back porch when it was all clean and bright, and sunny?  I got thinking about it, and decided to start a new page ...

"It seems almost too simple to be true, but acceptance -- accepting things exactly as they are -- can be the key that unlocks the doo...

We did not get a "blizzard", not by any standards.  Just an old fashion snow storm, and about 10" of snow. So I had no trou...

In a blog post a few years back, I talked about my mentor, Chris Gustin.  She has been a weaver for 40 ish years, and she owns Homestead Wea...

Back before I was a weaver, I was a hooker. A rug hooker. You know what I meant. I was INTO it. Hard to believe, right? I was so into i...