a loom is such a patient thing — solid, sturdy. it hold the threads so steadily as you slowly, but surely weave the cloth, developing a back and forth rhythm, watching it form. it feels magical — laying those threads over one another to create something useful.
my loom has created hundreds, maybe even thousands of meters of cloth. emmy had it for more than 50 years before giving it to me. and she got it from cis fink, one of denmark’s great weaving teachers, who likely had it for 50 years herself. i sit at it and feel that experience guiding me. it knows so much more than i do.
i keep one of every tea towel i’ve woven on it since acquiring it in mid-2024. i’ve come a long way in those two years and i’ve woven 125 tea towels on it since it came home to me. here are the ones i've kept from each warp:






