I’m headed for a weaving conference this weekend. Which undoubtedly shocks my friends, because as an introvert, I’d typically rather be home than anywhere else – especially large gatherings. So why am I going to a three-day nonstop party with hundreds of fellow weavers? No, it’s not the disco ball, the pounding music, or the drug-fueled raves. (Whew.) The truth is, I love going to weaving conferences. Even when the...