Woven

Seven weeks ago, I began a weaving class down the block from where I live. Tonight was the very last class. Over the course of the past Monday nights, I managed to weave my very first loom sampler.

The class has been a mini reprieve from all the things I have going on in my my grad school life. I simply showed up for two hours and wove—creating pattens with color and by raising and lowering different threads. I didn't have to speak if I didn't want to. Working in silence was the norm.

I'm sad to see the class come to an end but happy to have summer draw near. I'm switching my focus to a more metaphorical act of weaving—stringing together my summer plans. They include a month in Cedar Falls, seven weeks at Bread Loaf, three days in NYC, a week in Essex, NY, and an overnight in Montreal. I'm looking forward to all the family and friends that will add color to these adventures.