Weaving is a metaphor for survival and creativity in the Amazigh  life. When a weaver completes her work, she uttrers an invocation : " The life of weaving has come to its end. Not so, please God, the lives of my household!"

The weaver's task start at the river, where she washes the newly shorn fleece. When the wool is dry, she divides it into long, strong fibers to be spun into tread for the wrap and shoter. Other times, it is dyed with a palate of colors traditionally drawn from the earth and plants in the locality.

a weaver cards wool prior to spinning

a weaver from High Atlas spins a fine thread of wool using her toes.