Before winter arrived I headed out for one of my solitary road trips. This trip involved lots of excitement as I was on my way to pick up a gorgeous Macomber loom in Connecticut. At that time I promised myself that upon returning home I would be indulging in a winter of weaving. Fast forward to February which is my absolute least favorite month of the year; well into the dark days of winter and there has been very little weaving happening in my life. Here is what happened instead.
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