A piece of fine, handmade lace is made up of hundreds of tiny, knotted threads. How many strands do you weave to make a life? These are mine.
Who am I? I am a woman and wife, a chemist, a reader, a writer, a thinker, a musician, a lace maker and fiber artist, a science geek, a gadget geek, a fiction geek, a gamer girl, a Catholic Christian, a Renaissance woman. I have opinions. They are occasionally very noisy. I am as stubborn as the day is long, for which I continually thank my late grandmother.
Pull up a chair, have some tea, and mind you don’t trip over the stacks of books. Be sure to say hello! I promise I don’t bite. Well, not often anyhow.