Ah yes I remember those looms. I even have a few potholders left in decent shape. True story, I have some vivid memories from my childhood, one was putting my head through one of those red looms and down around my neck. So I must have been pretty young! I freaked out and hid in the basement because I could not get it off. The teeth were pointed up. Mom had to use some butter and some patience was required on both our parts.
I think they still make those things!.................Maybe larger now!..............😜