When I first began experimenting with translating horoscopes into bands of color (1979), I used a different color palette and worsted wool. My mother was the recipient of my first efforts, and like a dutiful mother, she packed this shawl away for me to re-discover 32 years later.
I couldn't resist bringing in back to Montana with me and then taking it to my NIA class. My friends Karrie (above) and Pola (below) couldn't resist "playing" with it.
Nobody can believe the weaving is so old! It looks and feels like new. This may well rekindle my love of wool. Of course living in Montana will really help.
What can I say---I love to play!