I did not order a stool.
Enough.
A cloth rests on the table. For now.
To me it is a kind of paper. Paper, a kind of cloth. In my mind I often weave them together.
The wall cloth dyed by Richard Carbin. (in my resource list, sidebar) Isn't it beautiful?
I will put this table on the porch in the spring. When the roof isn't leaking and there is sky lighting. I think I might create a wooden frame that might be attached to accommodate some weaving as well.
I made a change to the roofline. Because my mind kept doing that. Just the line, like drawing. Balance.
