Fruit of the loom

don’t ask how long it is

Wohoo! My first carpet! I have memories from when I was a kid of my grandmother weaving in the basement. It was many years ago, she hurt her arm and couldn’t do it anymore. Luckily I still have many of the beautiful carpets she made and even some that her mother made. There’s a letter in my cupboard addressed to my great grandmother written in 1961, from relatives who emigrated to the States. In the letter it mentions “every winter we lay on dear Bertas woven carpet, it covers the whole kitchen floor. The beautiful carpets you made for us are of course long gone”.
The big loom is still in the basement but needs putting together. So in spring I joined Vävstugan (Weaving hut) and a helpful woman there showed me(well gave me stern advice) how to do the weaving. Turns out most of them really enjoys the hard and not very easy work of putting the loom together and adding new yarn, hmm, yes I think you know what I’m thinking.