This post is a bit of a departure. It's not about my work for a change. This is about a friend of mine named Kate Wilt and her work.
Kate is a weaver.
Just before the holidays Rachel and I hosted one of Kate's weaving workshops at the cafe. Kate showed us a merino wool scarf that she had made. It was beautiful, and it stopped us in our tracks.
In a rare moment of holiday brilliance, I quickly contacted Kate and commissioned her to weave a scarf for Rachel. We decided that it would be made from linen, which is Rachel's favorite fabric. (Also because linen is magic. Put some linen sheets on your bed and you'll understand.)
I stopped by to see Kate weaving the scarf. I've written here before about my love of process. Watching her weave and listening to her description of the process spun my brain around. It is fascinating: convoluted and orderly and organic and mathematical and zen.
I can't say enough about Kate's weaving.
My words don't do it justice.
My photographs hardly do either.