Had a very interesting visit from a man originally from Kurdistan, in the north of Iraq. He had his two daughters with him and told me stories about his grandmother’s looms that they had never heard. She apparently had several looms, a huge upright rug loom against a wall and a floor loom like mine. He remembered the rhythm and pretending to be asleep in her lap so he could playfully steal her shuttles. His great-grandmother wove as well and lived to 123!