Yesterday on the Swamp Rabbit Trail I started to see all the creeping vines. I know they have been there all along, but perhaps I was not as alert to them before. This makes me think it's time for a new warp.
It is very unusual to see the trail this deserted. The cyclists won't be out until later in the day.
The crinkle scarf is cut off, washed, and hung out to dry. The narrow sections of handspun wool singles shrunk nicely. The rest of the scarf is linen.
Another linen scarf, this time without crinkles. This one's 100% linen, with an amalgamated twill draft.
And a little something extra today. A jacquard sighting in a waiting room. I can't really see the structure, but I can envision it being woven in doubleweave.
Finished reading The New Land by David Stewart.