Spent the afternoon up at “The Loft” today, weaving some baskets for treasured beach collections.

I adore watching the looks on peoples faces when they come up the stairs into The Loft, eyes get big as saucers and they whisper WOW

I don’t think I would ever tire of that kind of magic.

Copper wire, drift wood, stones, beads, waxen threads, JOY JOY JOY!


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