reweave

To get back to work, they must reweave their professional lives.

We'll have to go out and reweave the metal, but we're equipped for that.

We can reweave later: no time for it now.

Any jarring note could force her to reweave the foundations again.

"The new fabrics have very intriguing designs, which can take time to reweave," she said.

Eric could reweave the fabric of Reality, open gates between worlds.

She'd have to reweave another bald spot, she noted.

Rims could be repaired, and spokes would reweave all by themselves.

If there's a hole in a piece of fabric, for example, a restorer may reweave it.

"It takes a while to reweave a connection."

I was discharged somewhat before her and went home to reweave threads torn loose by the war.

As the goddess of creation and weaving, she was said to reweave the world on her loom daily.

It makes you want to reweave those threads."

Flannels reweave beautifully, as do tweeds and even some polyesters.

What's needed now is designs that reweave the pattern of prospect and refuge to fit a transformed urban condition.

It sent her off to sit alone and reweave her skein of self-justification.

The Reno Speech is about the need for Americans to "reweave the fabric of society" around families.

The bereaved are supposed to pull themselves together as quickly as possible and to reweave the torn fabric of life.

For his role in it, Esad had always felt unsettled, that there was still a loose end that he could never hope to reweave.

As with a beloved but unraveling sweater, a worn piece of wicker is easier to replace than to reweave.

Gaberdine remains among the toughest fabrics to reweave, she continued, adding: "It is woven very tight.

You can reweave two holes in another fabric in the time it takes to do one in gaberdine."

No decision has been made to reweave the missing parts or conserve the tapestries as they are, said the laboratory's director, Marlene Eidelheit.

We must pluck you apart, thread by thread, and then reweave you to make you merge with the whole.

Then, somewhere in the wavering notes of grief, a chance for the world to reweave itself, a pleading for the heart that heals and lives again.