A Weaver Named Lynn

I have a very easy time signing up for courses, but a hard time finishing them. Case in point is the NZ guild's design course, which is designed to be completed in about 4 or 5 months; it took me 28 months. Lynn was the education coordinator who wouldn't let me drop out, and every since, we've kind of kept in touch.

When Bonnie Inouye was in New Zealand, I really wanted to go to an additional workshop, which Lynn was coordinating, but in the end, I couldn't afford it. Lynn was also signed up for Randy's workshop last October, but her health deteriorated and she couldn't come, so I've never met her in person.

Dianne just told me that Lynn passed a way last weekend. It's very sad to loose a friend who has continued to be such a source of encouragement and humor, but it was also inevitable, especially considering the seriously ill health she'd been combating.

This is the very first time I lost one of my weaver friends. I'm spending the afternoon dressing my 4-shaft jack with the cashmere warp I finally measured last night; I'll spend it thinking of the wonderful things she must have woven in her life, and the pleasure she her textiles must have given her and everybody who came in to contact with them. And the many times she told me I couldn't withdraw from a course I've started.