The sun streaming through the windows is energizing.
I particularly love the dappled sun spots on the ceiling from the eyebrow window.
It has been a whirlwind four days. I would have to say that the term weaving bootcamp does about cover it.
But success was sweet.
See it on my friend's face?
She and I have been friends since 7th grade. We both went to nursing school, married badly the first time, sacrificed a great deal to raise our children, and maintained an affection and respect for each other.
She has lived in Atlanta for the last 20 years.
Over the last four days, while I was teaching her to weave, and more importantly, to warp a loom, we had the chance to do some reminiscing, to share about our families, and to talk about where we are today. Funny, we were so much alike in high school, and now, after so many years, we find that we still are.
You can put a price on a weaving course, or even a weaving boot camp.
You can put a price on an airline ticket from Atlanta to Albany, or on a loom, or a rug.
But a friendship that is still good since 1960, that has survived marriage, divorce, about 1000 miles distance....... well, that my friends, is priceless.