In the beginning of October I visited one of the most important persons in my life, my aunt who lives in a little village close to the border to Italy. I really love her because she has been a loving and warmhearted part in my life since I can remember. And I really love spending my days with her in this little village that is cramped in between the mountains. She can give me a calm and grounded feeling when everything around me seems to fade away. We spent the day just walking, sitting on a bench and looking at the incredible beautiful nature.
I learned weaving from my Swedish grandmother, who wove a lot. We still have 2 weaving looms at home in northern Sweden. She used both of them, one for making carpets, the other one for making finer cloths like table cloths or wall decorations. The funny thing is that the first husband of my Tyrolean grandmother had a weaving mill. So I have “weaving roots” on both my mum and dads side (also if the last one might not be blood related). I dont know if its because he isnt my real grandfather or because my dad doesnt care so much about weaving, but I didnt think about it until the other day I visited my aunt and she showed me some cloths that her dad, the first husband of my Tyrolean grandmother made. And you know what? They are beautiful, so of course I got really, really inspired to make some jewelry out of them. I had a beautiful and inspiring day and moreover I learned more about my grandmother in Tirol and her past.