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not to worry about the future, taking each day as it came. 

My friend, Margery Flashman, again helped me assemble the two looms in that back room. At first, the only decorative object there was the carved ram's head, but as the shelves filled with brightly-colored weaving, it gradually began to take on the look a studio, cheerful and attractive. 

I did not attempt to weave materials or articles that might have been saleable to San Francisco stores. Although I had separated from Leon, I continued to respect his wishes on that score. Instead, I began turning out wall hangings, good looking strips (I thought) for wall panels and linings for cabinets and shoji, the Japanese panel-door. I had a rather vague idea that they might be useful to decorators. 

In fact, my first clients were architects. Working with them, two points quickly became [[strikethrough]] [[??]] [[/strikethrough]] apparent. First, I had chosen an uncrowded field. Relatively few