About Us @ Loom
About Loom Vintage
loom started with me, Lilly. The first shop opened in Black Rock in 2025. I was born and raised in Bridgeport, so starting there felt like full circle. This year we moved five minutes down the road to Post Road in Fairfield, after six months closed while we got the new place ready.
I'm a wife, a mom to my son Julian, and usually estate sale hunting or heading to swim class. Our shepherds Poncho and Lyla keep things lively. I do it all, so if I seem frazzled, don't mind me!
The people
A Family Effort
I run the day to day, but loom is built on people I trust, and the team stays small on purpose. Dina, Bryan and Darek turn up whenever I call. Others have covered summers and holidays. Allison takes the photos.
None of this happens without all of them.
My husband and my everything. He has a job he didn't ask for but someone has to move the heavy stuff. None of this would have started without his love, encouragement and support.
Deep vintage knowledge and an incredible eye. My sister loves to travel and brings back treasures from around the country and Europe. She's the reason we don't miss the good stuff.
A true renaissance woman. Tailor, upholsterer, and the person who jumps into any project. She does the alterations and mending at the shop. She saves me with everything.
Cousin, BFF, and the reason loom has a social presence. Always taking photos, shooting videos, and posting stories. A busy marketing exec and toddler mom who somehow always shows up for me.
The shop
How I choose
Most of what I buy is something a house actually needs. A napkin holder, a picture frame, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow. With clothing the rule is simpler: vintage is a bonus, natural fiber is the requirement. And no one needs a brass peacock, but life needs some whimsy too, so those come home as well.
Everything here is one of one, so every piece is its own decision. Mostly the question is just whether it's well made and whether someone will be glad to find it. What rules something out is damage I can't repair, a smell that won't wash out, or no market for it right now. Most of what I pass on is perfectly fine, it just isn't selling.