I can’t think and write at the same time.
Spruced up cords on the Varpapuu table loom.
Because sometimes you need to get the cones out and move them around.
What does a weaver think about while she is matron of the cat ward?
Using the big empty space to plan a data-based weaving.
Much waffle about deprivation indicators and a picture of a hungry Phoebs. This really is a weaving blog, I promise.
Visualising social statistics through weave? Yes, and sock-knitting.