When I was a child of 10, I belonged to a 4-H group which toured nursing homes in Wisconsin, to entertain elderly residents with singing German Folk Songs to them.
Afterwards, we were to be “congenial” and visit with the audience. I wandered over to the corner of a community room where three women were working with some big contraption. They swooped me up and plunked me down on the bench. I was allowed to sit and help bang the beater back as they made rag rugs! That was it,
I was ADDICTED!
This weaving thing made such an impression on me. I went home and drove bunches of nails into a picture frame to make myself a loom. I fondly remember unraveling my brother’s favorite knit sweater to get enough yarn for weaving.
Always a fiber nut, I crocheted and sewed and
cross-stitched and crafted all my young adult life. But it was many years later for the creative
weaving seeds that were planted in me, to nurture and grow.
I have a marvelous husband to foster and support my creative needs, helping to refurbish my looms and he also builds my necessary weaving stuff!
Now… many looms later, with a glorious weaving studio of my own, I am —– KarenInTheWoods.