I was happy to see that her business had picked up. But in the meantime, no one had so much as popped their heads into my shop all morning. This left me somewhat disconcerted. After a while, I left the front counter and joined Marnie who was busy at my dobby loom in the back. She was walking the pedals at a ferocious speed. “It’s so quiet up front, I think I’ll do some weaving for a while,” I told her. “What are you working on? More place mats?” “Since you keep complaining that you never have enough of them, I thought I’d make you as many as I can. That way you won’t run out so quickly. What about you? What are you going to work on? Some new project on the Navajo loom?” “Right on.” After my decision to try this ancient form of weaving, I’d ordered two specialty Navajo looms, a large one for the shop and a smaller one I’d been using in my apartment.
