There's not enough of this warp left for a scarf, but I'll just keep on going until it's used up, this time with an adobe-colored weft. It'll go into the basket of odds & ends, maybe to be part of a collaged garment or ?
And here's what I've just finished reading. I bought it on a whim about 15 years ago because I couldn't resist the cover, and it's languished in a stack of books since then. I'm trying to read all my orphan books and then give them away. This one was a real winner. I thought it would be about someone who likes to read (and it is, partly) but more than that it's about book collecting.
I've read a bit of fiction about bibliophily. The ones that come to mind now are the crime novels of John Dunning, and the marvelous Perez-Reverte's The Club Dumas. Also one I read a very long time ago as a serialized novel in my mother's subscription copies of Ladies Home Journal: China Court by Rumer Godden. But A Pound of Paper is is not fiction. It's a memoir about a collector of books. Loved it! And it has so many suggestions of things I want to read, that I'm afraid that I'm not going to make much progress in reducing the size of my library. I know, I know, go digital.