cats

Reflections on an intense, memorable and very, very long year.

Marking assistance and travel advice.

My llife without whiteboards and the first random walk.

Just pictures.

A bucket for skeins? Don’t be silly.

Hunkered down with cats and fire.

This is not a post about weaving.

What does a weaver think about while she is matron of the cat ward?

Scarves on trees and melted cats. Just an ordinary day, then.

In which I try to be sympathetic and largely fail. But there’s a nice picture of Phoebs.