When I weave, my cat Twist frequently gets bored and tries to turn my attention back to where it should be: him. He strums my warp like a guitar, flosses with fine silks and hunts any trailing weft threads as I work. I find that a squirt bottle of water is an essential weaving tool.
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That's Nancy Spies' Ecclesiastical Pomp& Aristocratic Circumstance he's asleep on there. |
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