I was weaving this structure last summer, designing the towels that were in the Jan/Feb '15 issue of Handwoven. I put it on the loom again this week, this time with lots of colors. I had forgotten how fun it is to weave. The last shot of each sequence becomes the first shot of the next, kind of like that old jump-rope rhyme where the last word of the verse sounds like it's going to be a naughty word, and it turns out to be the first syllable of an innocent one that starts the next verse. You kind of lose a beat in the rhythm, which makes it hard to stop once you get going.