Weaving a rug for my mother

Visiting my mother, I stayed in my old room. I noticed a box that I recognised from half a century ago. It was my childhood weaving loom, luckily with instructions printed on the lid.

My mother suggested that I make a rug for her doll’s house. Half an hour later the little occupier took proud possession!

It was a lovely thing to do together. The years fell away….


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