Now and then we visited my grandmother in Oslo.
I remember dark evenings leaving her apartment,
and then covered with this knitted patchwork
in the backseat of the VW.
I remember the itching from the wool, but also the
smell of grandmother's house.
When had she (or perhaps my aunt Ruth?) knitted
it? I have no idea. But I imagine it can be seventy
years or older.
Now I need some woolen yarn to repair some of the
holes.
I have a friend who loves to knit. Perhaps she has
suitable colors for this project?
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