I can see a gathering of weavers now:

"Oh, Betty, you simply have to try Ansil's peach cobbler," Grenda said.
Betty dropped her sewing needle. "Oh, toot, where did it go now?" She looked around. "Where are my glasses?"
"On your head, Betty," Ansil said. "Grenda, I asked Missy to bring by the rest of the cobbler I gave her last Sunday."
"Oh, I can't wait." Betty finished sewing her napkin pattern. "Oh! I've gone up a level."