Good Good Friday

I woke up Good Friday morning to snow. Our family celebrates Easter at our house - no specific reason other than tradition. By the time I finished breakfast, the snow had turned into rain and it lasted all day. I loved it - rain here is so rare. I started a warp and was able to open the window in my studio and listen to the birds. They loved the rain too.

By evening, the storm had blown over and the sun was making a last minute appearance. I had already resigned myself to an indoor Easter egg hunt. My friend Jerry said to hide them in the refrigerator; they'd never to think to look for them there - funny boy. He just landed in Taipei, five more hours to go to Indonesia. Not so funny.

I don't know what possessed me to put on these colors. I think I'll have to plead under-the-influence of Easter. These colors are almost liturgical. I also have yellow and green yarns - either one would have been a better complement than the periwinkle.
I started weaving on it this morning while waiting for family to arrive. I've discovered a threading error which is pretty apparent in tabby, but the other three towels will be in rosepath, and I'm hoping it won't be so obvious. I can't do anything about the purple. These towels are, well, liturgical.

Family came, we had an absolutely terrific afternoon and now they are all at son Josh's house for the evening. It was all planned on Facebook. All our kids are on Facebook and half the time I log on is to just read the crazy dialogues they have. We have funny children. Tomorrow the gig is here.