Color Theory in Action

The skies were brown last Saturday. High winds filled the air with sand and dust, blotting out everything beyond a quarter of a mile. Charles went out for the Saturday newspaper, and came back telling of white caps on the normally calm Lake Proctor. The afternoon...

Poncho Gal

Eleven-year-old Eva admired my pink and black poncho made of yarns from my collection. ”Mom, I want to make a blue and white poncho. Can I use your yarn?” she asked. We pulled a bunch of bluish and whitish yarns from the collection, and she got to work. She graciously...