This is a tale from my long and sordid past. When I was a mere twenty-something, I fancied myself to be quite the crafter. I dabbled in everything: tatting, embroidery, crewel, knitting, and it was the hey day of my sewing years.
The other day I was reading Yarn Harlot and had a total flash back — the post was about loom weaving. OMG! I remembered that I own a loom!! I have owned a loom for decades, but have never even taken the bloomin’ thing out of the box:

You can see that the box has suffered many moves over the years and yet the loom itself is brand new…untouched as it were.

Why has it not been removed from the box, you might ask? This:

“Owners of Natural Erica Looms should apply a finish before assembly.” Okay, then, buh bye!! I shut that box so fast it would make your head spin and I have not opened it since!! The thought of sanding and varnishing and whatever else just turned me completely off from weaving. They are out of production but available here and there — someone else bought “my” loom at a garage sale for $5!!!
My fantasy about weaving was that I would knit a sweater and then weave fabric to make a matching skirt ala Harris Tweed. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll get it out someday and actually put it together, but for now, back in the box, Erica (“No, no, not the box!!”).










































