At my grandma’s place, there was a huge kitchen, the heart of a household, and nearly half of the kitchen was filled with the loom, treadles lined up as a piano. She always had some project casted on, so I couldn’t try weaving myself. Once she passed away, the looms were left behind. So now, more than 20 years later, I make my first introductions to looms and weaving.
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