At the Ren Fair, my character spins yarns – either stories, real wool carding and spinning, or knitting.
We encounter and enter our richest, most humanly defining experiences by way of a tear in the fabric of things, because we are running late, or because we recognize, across a crowded room, a face whose lack of perfection allows a unique light to shine through and to stir us with uncommon wonder. – Eugene Kennedy
Doing this allowed me to travel back in time, figuratively, and imagine if that were my daily life. I could feel the linen on my shoulders and scratch my neck, and smell the dank tufts of sheep’s wool.
Travel theme chosen by Where’s My Backpack?
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 