The Piper loom finds a new home.


And yet, another loom. How is it they find their way to me? I'm not complaining. I love, love, love the beautiful wood, the simple construction, learning their capabilities and how they function, imaging the things they have woven and who's hands have been on the beater bar. It's all so magical to me. I'm up to eight now!? There are simply not enough hours in the day to have them all going and making cloth. Pity. This one has special meaning for me. It was a gift from my spinning teacher who is facing serious health obstacles. I will fondly think of and remember my friend and mentor whenever I weave on her favorite loom. I give you the newest addition to my fold, the Dryad of Leicester loom. She's all ready for warping - can't wait! I've named her Piper. 20131107-183731.jpg