Collection: Bhujodi

Eight kilometres outside Bhuj, in a village of pit looms and courtyards, the Vankar weavers of Bhujodi have worked the same relationship for generations. Rabari and Ahir herders brought them wool from their own flocks; the weavers returned it as dhablas and shawls, warm enough for a desert night. The cloth was never made for a market. It was made for the people who lived beside it.

That intimacy is still visible in the weave. Bhujodi's signature is the extra weft — motifs lifted by hand, thread by thread, into the body of the fabric rather than printed onto it. Vakhiyo, satkani, chaumukh, the small elephant: each one counted out on the loom by a weaver working from memory. Run your hand across a Bhujodi textile and you feel the pattern before you see it. The borders sit slightly raised, the surface holds a gentle irregularity, and no two pieces resolve exactly alike.

Today the weavers work in wool, cotton, merino and silk, often coloured with madder, indigo and pomegranate rind. The looms are still pit looms. The counting is still done by hand.

Rooted in Earth. Woven by Hand.