Mormor's Loom

Our grandmother, Mormor - or Mother's Mother - has a beautiful room in her house. We called it The Loom Room. Wanna guess why?

Mormor is Swedish. She came to this country to work for one adventurous year. But then she met our grandfather and fell in love. Need I say more?

She has never lost her love for Sweden or it's arts or it's meatball recipe or it's pepparkakor...or her lovely Swedish accent.

She's an amazing weaver, but recently decided it was time to pass that along to her daughter, and her daughter's daughters. That "daughter's daughters"...that's us - Sisters Four.

When we visited her last month she gave us a lesson on her loom. It was a special time.

The loom is so beautiful. Very well made. All the way from Sweden.

First Mormor sat down and showed us how to weave.

You can use wool, like this stuff that she carded and spun into yarn herself.

Or rags, cut into strips and glued together. We were using rags that day.

Our Grandma wears cool socks, doesn't she!

Then it was time for Mom to try it out.

Mothers' hands...passing down through the generations the ability to create, nurture, mold, care, work...

Then it was our turn.

Doesn't Tera look so completely Swedish here?

Someday, I want to make a blanket as beautiful as this one that my grandmother made.

Pepparkakor...another Swedish tradition that we love!

The room is still lovely, but now it holds the bed I'm sleeping in while I'm visiting here. And the loom is at home...where we hope to learn the art of weaving so that we can make beautiful things and then pass it along to the next generation.

For Sisters Four,

Sage