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I've been studying textiles for a wee while now, and enjoy thinking about the process of what I've been creating. Anyway what's really stood out to me is times when I've wandered away from what I've been doing and it has followed me, quite literally: I've discovered I tugged the the thread into the next room leaving a trail, like a fairytale creature would so they can find their way home. I also find thread on me wherever I go, and I began thinking about the frustration this might create in others. When I see cotton or hair stuck on someone's shoulder from behind I want to pluck it off in an almost obsessive way.