Apologies for the appalling lighting.
I'm giggling while I type these words because, for a long time, Charles was "just" my good friend Marj's best friend Rose's husband. Then a couple of years ago we stayed in the same holiday home of another potter, sans spouses, during an artists' retreat, and I spoke to "Charles the potter" for the first time.
Two weeks ago, I had to see him and photograph a series of his pots because at Re:fine, the bit exhibit I'm preparing for right now, one of my shawls will be used as a backdrop for six of his pots, and I wanted to see if I could weave something special for Charles, but as it turned out, I have two that'll work beautifully for his series. So you could say, we are collaborators now.
Sometimes I wonder why I don't make more effort to get to know husbands of my friends; if my friends are interesting people, and they are, and if they've stuck with these men for a long time, which they have, surely the blokes are worth getting to know as well?
OK, back to fringing. And Lachezar, I am finishing two pieces that look so unlike anything I've ever woven, so I'll post the pics here soon-ish.