These six placements were carefully measured while under tension on the loom, but after cutting off, hemming, and washing, they wound up six different sizes! It's a mystery.
Never mind. Carry on. With what's left of the warp, I'm knocking out a few feet to cut up into napkins.
What's not a mystery is the eternal beauty of Oconee Park in spring. Here are a few pictures from a couple of days ago.
Think ducks! Think blue herons!