I don’t know that there was ever a workshop Caroline didn’t enjoy and this one was no different. The comradery and meeting people who play important roles in the fiber arts world are part of the allure. Here’s Caroline with renowned cotton expert Joan Ruane.

The workshop is over. We are fed and about to drive north. While the scenery down around Bisbee was a nice change from the coffee shops I’m constantly in, it will be the environs of Starbucks I’ll be returning to as I race to finish the blogging chores regarding Europe. The reason for the emphasis on getting the writing behind me is that our niece Katharina will be dropping in on us starting July 1st and staying until the 20th, so I’d like to be able to pay attention to her instead of more ramblings about Croatia.

It turns out that blogging is not always an exacting thing, though ideally, it would be sequential without changes to the history of things. And while I want to leave things where they belong, it happened that the original post for this Bisbee weekend was one long, all-inclusive missive about our weekend, with me leaving out an entire section about the Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona. After a subsequent visit in early 2023, I noticed the omission, so I harvested some of the old photos from that day and created a new post for that trip; it can be found by clicking here. I should also point out that this repair of the posts from here in 2019 was performed in the summer of 2023.