Last February in Pirot, I watched a weaver count red wool threads with the attention another city gives to contracts. She called the central figure kornjaca, not because it looked cute, but because a household once asked a rug to guard its slow fortune.
A border is an argument
The old ćenar frame is not decoration added at the end. It decides the article of faith before the medallion speaks: what enters, what stays out, and how the back must answer the front with equal dignity.
Every named pattern is a sentence. The loom only makes it harder to lie.