He is a hard worker. Never complains. Doesn’t leave dirty socks on the floor or leave the toilet seat up. Nor does he run for the beer fridge at the 5 o’clock whistle.
Sounds like a dream doesn’t he? I bet you had a Bob just like I do.
Why the name Bob you ask? Well, most people that acquire a loom give it a name, and most often that name is a feminine one. A friend of mine asked what I was going to call her…..but my husband came up with the name instead. Therefore it is a ‘He’, and hence his name is Bob. Since I found him in the loft of a barn full of musical instruments, a makeshift music studio so to speak, he must have been a studio rat.
So his name will stay.
Bob will have to be patient with me while I learn how to operate him, thankfully he is a loom and not a husband teaching a wife to drive. Otherwise he would end up a pile of kindling for the woodstove…..