by Catherine Bussiere there is a distant buzz, a chatter, laughter walking through the first two rooms wools of all colors on shelves, hanging, posing woman, looking, feeling, pondering busy hands cutting, arranging, tying I walk in another room the dying kitchen invites me to dream long skein of wool hanging pots, dye, washing machine, filled with promises the chatter is louder I enter the last room it is everywhere in all forms and shapes busy hooks backing of all kinds piles of wool cuttings a sense of community, of joy, of ease and … Read entire article »