a coat billowing. its surface is a wooly, distorted purple checkerboard, warm in the early morning sun.
a figure in the brush, hunched forward and totally shrouded by the coat rosemary, wide hood falling around their head. hazy morning mountains in the background. close-up of the distorted checkerboard pattern, where the twill turns direction at each edge


In preparation for winter, I set out to weave and sew an unfussy coat that I could bundle up to my ears. I was inspired by a turned twill coverlet that accompanied a donated barn loom. It struck me like a wall: tall, impenetrable, blocks stacked one on top of another like sturdy masonry. In response, I drafted a mutated version of this pattern, keeping it symmetric and austere and sheltering. The warp is worsted wool and the weft a tweed from Brora. The construction is minimal: one horizontal and one vertical seam. Sewn to the neck is a simple square hood, can be worn any number of ways, or as a collar. The selvages, those bright stalks of turquoise, illuminate the edges of the piece—where outside turns to inside. Handsewn buttons and a peg loop complete the look.