Væve blåt? -- Not Yarning Along.

     Nej. Væven er kommet i skammekrogen. I stedet laver Uglemor snefnug af perler og læser "The Deed of Paksenarrion". Uglemor har nemlig tabt dstemmen, så der bliver ikke læst adventshistorier højt for øjeblikket. Ugleungerne synes Uglemor lyder morsomt, når der kommer hæse krageskrig ud af uglenæbbet. Uglemor synes ikke det er sjovt, og drikker litercis af varm the og spiser lakridspastiller.
     Selv om det altså er en ikke-post, linker Uglemor alligevel til Ginnys strikkeklub i håbet om at den dårlige samvittighed vil få et puf i bagdelen.

  Nope, not going to happen. The loom has been sat in a corner, and will remain there until MotherOwl had had her snowflake ideas cleared from the brain. Also no Jesse tree readings are happening. MotherOwl has lost her voice, only croaks like those of an old crow leave her beak. The Owlets find it amusing, MotherOwl not so much. She drinks lots of scalding hot tea, eats liquorice drops and reads The Deed of Paksenarrion part III.
  Even if this is a no-post, MotherOwl still links up to Ginny at Small Things
 hoping that this will give her conscience a much needed kick in its butt.

Væven i sin skammekrog
The loom in its corner.

Snefnug på et terningunderlag, jeg syede for 20 år siden. 
Snowflakes on a dice mat I made maybe 20 years ago.
 

... og læsestof.
 And reading matters.