It's always fun to weave something special - especially if I know the person I'm weaving for.

My friend Kevin asked me to weave a shawl for his wife Margaret for their 30th wedding anniversary. Thirty years! I was at their wedding - I couldn't possibly be that old!

Where does the creative process begin? For me, I find it can come from either a thought, or a thing.

I get these crazy ideas sometimes. You know those old movies: "Let's put on a play!" "My uncle has a barn we can use!" Yeah, that kind of crazy idea.

Sometimes another set of eyes is what is needed.

Last night my friend Ercil stopped by for dinner. She asked how my current project was going. I told her that it wasn't - I was stalled out. "I think it has too much mohair!"

Although my garden can't compare to Giverny, and I have no water lilies - just one small fountain - looking around, I have some of the water lilies colors in my yard.

Some people thrive on chaos. I am not one of them. I like order - everything in it's place. I also enjoy creating order out of chaos. That, in a fundamental way, is what weaving is about.

The weather this weekend was nearly perfect for weaving in the garden. The goal was to finish a group project that was started last year and was put on hold until the weather was warm and dry enough to set up the warp weighted loom on the patio.

We had from noon on Friday until noon on Sunday to weave the header band, tie the heddles, weave and finish off the shawl.