On this dark, weatherish day, when flash flood warnings are beeping on all my devices, I take a few minutes to check that the creek in the back is still within its banks. Then I continue weaving. The cloth beam on the little loom is building up so far that it's necessary to cut the first three pillows off this warp and retie. Yards and yards, for both sides of the long narrow pillows; random stripes of handspun yarn. I dump the mess of fabric on the floor in a fiber puddle, and I am suddenly amazed at the unexpected new arrangement of stripes. Then I play with it some more, and rearrange, and fold, and cut & serge, and fold, and play some more. Another day and I will stitch & stuff the pillows, but here are the stripes for now. Enjoy!