We thought the Grand Prix de Monaco was running today and we got up very early to watch the start. Well, we were misinformed—it's not til next week. But there we were, with the coffee already made, the bread in the toaster, the marmalade on the table, so we got on with the day. It was nice to have the extra time, actually. I took my walk earlier than usual.
The sun at that early hour was at a very low angle. The ferns in the front yard were backlit, and the hydrangeas were still in shadow. Everything looked different and mysterious. Strong shadows were cast on the sidewalk.
In the studio I began winding a new warp. All blue this time—three closely related shades—and I think the color will appear deep and complex in the cloth when crossed with another blue.
The beaming will have to wait until after Complex Weavers Seminars, however, as I'd like to make one more book with round-back spine before I go. Not that I need to, mind you; it's just that I've been bitten by the round-back spine bug.