Weaving seems an appropriate metaphor for my life. Besides the fact that I have loved fibers and fabrics since I was a child, the interplay of the warp and weft on the loom speaks of all the experiences of my life. Sometimes I have planned out weaving projects in intricate detail as I have sometimes tried to plan my life. But my life has seldom followed whatever intricate plan I may have conceived. My life seems to flow like the thread from the shuttle.