Cup on the Bus

In another lifetime, when I exhibited at art shows, there was a show at Lincoln Center. I applied for it on the proviso that Ann would ac...

This morning I set myself the mind boggling task of filling in the 2016 township calendar on the website. Before I started on the calenda...

I think this was Sunday. No rain, sixty high. A fellow exhibitor offered to take our picture. My hands are clutched around handwar...

Life has been in the way the last month, and I never reported on the debut of my square at the P Flea , the first weekend of June. It was...

If you’re an ordinary motorist who needed a flat changed or a battery jumped, the call to AAA for help probably was answered by a fellow ...

It took me one trip to the phone store and two calls to the help line to get my cute little square up and running today. At the phone sto...

I’m sure you remember the warp is the length of the fabric; the threads come up off the back beam of the loom so the shuttle of weft can ...

In the dark ages, when I was a novice weaver, I thought I was a fiber purist, but I was a fiber snob. Acceptance to an art show, espe...

I added a picture page to the township web site and invited people to send their pictures. They don't, of course, so I keep adding pict...

Last Thursday I set aside everything else to go with Linda and "do a show," Broadripple Art Fair put on by the Indianapolis M...

I traveled the Southern Tier through New York State as often as I could.  Route 17, now an interstate.  I loved the Southern Tier, in spite...

Jan and I both were otherwise gainfully employed when we encountered weaving.  We lived in two different counties, fifty minutes apart.  ...

Early on in our weaving career Jan and I tried different venues, experimenting on a fit in the fair world. Some of the shows were short o...

We worked hard at the show; it was good to sit on the porch at night and watch the pond activity. The ducks Only one littl...