Last year this barn wasn't quite finished. Now it's done. When I arrived they were having a grand opening ceremony.
And last year, this man was still with us. He passed this year, and he was missed terribly at our cabin.
This was 'his' cabin. He did it all from cleaning it, to warping the looms, to scheduling weavers, etc. Everything he did on his own has been divided up amongst our group. His knowledge was infinite when it came to pioneer ways. And he was always teaching us new things.
I arrived at the cabin before anyone else was inside weaving and took a few moments to remember him. Fred, we miss you.
In his honor we are keeping the cabin open.
I wove my rug on Monday evening. I always find it amazing what outdated material can look like when turned into a rug.
I don't even remember buying this, but I'm sure it's of those examples of buying something at a garage sale because it was a good deal.