Weaving My Way Back • Guest Post by Vishal Vivek
Hello Long Neglected Weaving Pals, I am re-entering the blogosphere after an extended absence with a guest post by Vishal Vivek co-founder of the Hemp foundation. Vishal has asked me to post a very interesting article he wrote about hemp yarn
Lost in America
Hello Friends, Remember the days when you would be invited to a friend's house for a dinner party, gladly accept the invitation, and then have to "sing for your supper" by viewing their vacation slides? Well, I'm sorry to say that
In Memory: William Devereux Klapp, my dad
I have been neglecting my blog again under a big cloud of sadness. After a crazy scramble, I got into San Antonio late Monday, April 16 and my dear, beautiful, talented and kind Papa died the following day. I miss him
If At First You Don’t Succeed, Cry, Cry Again
I have been happily working in my studio for the last couple months, weaving for various projects while teaching Beginning Weaving to a great bunch of soon-to-be-fanatics. The parameters of the projects have pushed me into using some fibers and
WIP(e) Out!
After an unexpected and thorough derailment for most of January, I got back in the studio to start on a couple of deadlined projects. I was happy with my progress until I went in the house for some coffee and noticed
Stonier, Nuttier, Cloth-ier
I was comfort watching old episodes of Nigella Lawson's Christmas Cooking Specials thinking that I might be inspired to get into my old holiday baking, wrapping, decorating frenzy (. . . or maybe just watch Nigella do it and weave
Cloth Conversations
I recently participated in the Working Weavers Studio Trail. I was surprised and pleased that we had a very busy weekend with a non-stop stream of visitors. The majority, I believe were fellow weavers. I really enjoyed the opportunity to
Treadle to the Metal
Apologia Hello fellow weavers. Needless to say I have been a negligent blogger. I used to tell my kids that apologizing for doing something without the intention of changing one's behavior is not really an apology. So starting every belated blog
“I Have a Beaver Problem . . .”
"I Have a Beaver Problem . . ." This was the statement that my husband made to the very suspicious dispatcher at our local animal control center as I was unhelpfully and immaturely giggling helplessly in the background. But we did!
The Foxy Weaver
I had a lot of time to think on my drive to and from Memphis recently (over 40 hours on the road by myself - I knew I had gone a little loopy when I heard this sentence from my audiobook, "she
Instagram-ma
My husband has (once again) supplied me with my blog title. . . I have received some recent input from a couple of young relatives in the realm of my social media presence (such as it is) to the