How Did It Get So Late So Soon

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Dr. Seuss

My husband and I often have chats about time, and how the nature of it sees to change so dramatically as one ages.  The holidays bring on a “What? I just took the tree down. How can it be time to put another one up?”  This sense of the compression of time has been exacerbated this year by a glimpse at the date of my last blog post. September? How can that be?  But it can be apparently, and there have been many wonderful weaving adventures compressed within that compressed few months.

I got to travel up to Chautauqua, NY, and work with a wonderful, lively, talented  group of weavers, and visit the original Chautauqua (on Lake Chautauqua) that was the start of the Chautauqua educational movement, which Theodore Roosevelt called, “the most American thing in America.”


I was able to host a weaving retreat for some of my best weaving buddies on Cape Cod.


I was able to partake of the crazy beauty of the Smokies in (cognitive dissonance) honky tonk Gatlinburg while teaching at Arrowmont. This is particularly poignant for me considering the terrible fire that has swept through Gatlinburg, damaged the Arrowmont campus, and destroyed the houses of dear friends since then.

img_0302 My teaching assistant and traveling buddy, Emily Walsh Gwynn looking out at the mountain view.img_0326 Samples woven by the wonderful/creative/open-hearted Arrowmont studentsimg_0327Taking a break for some goofiness after epic weaving marathon

I was able to spend time in the woods with my trekking partner Fiona.img_0442 Misty morning woodsimg_0131Color inspiration fungiimg_0475 Massachusetts looking unlike itself . . .img_0473 Strange November blooming Yarrow

I was even able to do some weaving . . .img_0457 img_0386 img_0200

And see two mortal enemies become friends over the course of a sweet, sweet family holiday pile-in. Gives me hope . . .


And as we entered the crazy holiday scramble, I was able to spend a week sewing (sew fun!) at Vavstuga with a troupe of old and new friends.img_0510 img_0526

Looking back at the last few months, and how the time has “flewn”. I feel so fortunate to have the world of hand weaving for such vivid and varied inspiration, challenge, experience and companionship.


  • December 6, 2016

    Susan Sargentini

    What a wonderful few months with weaving, beautiful scenery, and best of all good friends, old and new. My eyes are green with envy.

  • December 6, 2016

    I am so happy to have joined you in the flewing.

  • December 7, 2016

    Vicki Patillo

    I too feel that compression. I think you filled that time in the best way. Making beautiful things and memories!

  • December 7, 2016


    Thanks again for your wonderful contributions to our week at Vavstuga, Lisa! I left with so many ideas for my “fabrics”, but might have to get a new area rug for my family room to go with the Cheerful Pillow I am now planning for the red piece 🙂 Hope to catch you in a Deflected Doubleweave class at some point in the future. (Gorgeous photos, BTW.)

  • December 23, 2016

    marlene toerien

    HI Lisa, I sometimes wish I live in America, just for the weaving. Enjoy! Have a good festive season with your family.

    Marlene Toerien