I came to Spindleworks in 1988. Somebody taught me how to weave in school. It took me two days to learn. I came to Spindleworks because someone taught me how to weave. I was between 18 and 19. I think—wow. That’s pretty cool. So I picked it up. I love my job. I love woodworking, I can use any kind of tool. I love to work. Before I began at Spindleworks I used to work...I used to go to this workshop, making picnic tables. I liked that job but I got laid off. I asked my social worker about Spindleworks. In four or five days I was at Spindleworks. I made a hundred warps since I started. I said…okay! I keep on going. I did one weaving in three days. That’s how fast I am. I sit at my own loom, wind on the warp, and put it through the heddles, put it through the reed and tie it on. I do it all by myself. So…I dream about the colors, the next day I come in and I put them in.
Spindleworks was on Maine Street before we moved here, I weaved but I had to go up on the second floor and weave. I helped the staff to move here on my bicycle. I made a wagon for myself. I kept the two back wheels, I put the hook on the two back wheels and put the basket. So…you got your wagon! I been with Spindleworks for over twenty years. Sometimes I have dreams about woodworking. Sometimes I don’t. My caddy: I made--I take my yarn back and forth--I dreamed of that. I like my work. I’m glad I can work at Spindleworks. It keeps me out of trouble. At night I dream about the colors, just the colors. Yeah…nothing else, just my art.