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- 89 - blind. I began experimenting. At last, I hit on a combination that seemed right and true, lacquer red with black and white. Mother was delighted with the blind's new look. Now, to jump ahead of my story, the blind brought me into contact with the noted decorator, Frances Elkins. She saw it, liked the design, and asked who had re-woven it. We met, and so began collaboration and a lasting friendship. We worked together for many years and through Frances my work came to the attention of architects and her clients in all parts of the country. The shelves in the attic began to fill with pieces of woven fabric. From time to time, I gave them as presents to friends and neighbors. Again, there was an unexpected development that opened my eyes to the potentialities in what I was doing. One day, two strangers appeared at the front door. They were a man and wife. He was a wealthy businessman named Watson; I cannot remember his first name. He said that at a dinner party in the home of mutual friends, he had seen a piece of unusual weaving and asked about it. His hostess