Another morning, as I headed down to the barn, I noticed some tree lichen under the big trees on the way. It was as if it had rained lichen overnight- it was clean, rubberly wet, and in abundance. I collected it and knew what my next fiber art would be.
Yet another day, I turned the roving Marcus had given me into some lustrous yarn. (see future blog)
Some weeks seem to be filled with chaotic thoughts and ideas but last week seemed to flow and somehow intermesh and, as my friend in the quilt shop reminded me yesterday, after ideas float around for awhile they eventually find order and come to fruition. Maybe this will be the week.