The Lending Table
Somewhere In Your Suburb Is The Exact Thing You Need, Sitting Idle.
A kiln that fires twice a month. A ring light in a cupboard. A bolt of linen nobody has cut into. A dressmaker’s mannequin that has stood in the spare room since 1998. Women put what they have on the table, and women take what they need.
Nothing is charged and nothing is taken. Whatever the two of you agree is between the two of you.
On The Table
The Table Is Bare, And Somebody Has To Go First.
Whatever you have that is standing idle — a bench, a wheel, an afternoon, a machine you have not threaded in years — put it up and it will be the first thing on here. Somebody is already looking for it.
Put Something On It
The Table Is For The Makers.
Once your shopfront is open, whatever you have goes up in about a minute. If you are not with us yet, this is the way in — and everything on the table is here to look at meanwhile.
Nobody Makes Anything Entirely On Her Own.
A wheel somebody let you use, a bench somebody cleared, an afternoon somebody gave you. That is how every maker you admire began.
One table, then another, until a woman never has to give up on something beautiful for want of a machine sitting idle two streets away.