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While growing up in North Carolina years ago I can vividly remember certain sounds that stay with me even today. The sound of a train whistle miles away, blowing at night. The heat radiators in the winter coming alive with their snap crackle and pop sounds. And the Mourning Dove. As I was sitting...
I do come from a textile background, but today I am not referring to an actual design pattern. Nope, I am talking about an interruption in our own thoughts. Sometimes these can be distracting, like when we see a shiny object, or a squirrel, or something else that takes our mind off of what we nee...