Knitted Canvas

We soon learned Tora's talents extended beyond paints and brushes.

She carried in an armload of hand-knit sweaters to the coffee nook.

She confided, "These ladies are so warm and wonderful. I wanted to give each one something, but I hadn't time for much. I went up to the loft and found these."

She held out the sweaters. "It's not much, but maybe you each can find one that suits you?"

"Did you make these?" I asked. And she nodded, "Some, a long time ago."

"They're beautiful," I said. "Now each one of us will have a Norwegian sweater to take back home."

By this time, half our group had purchased her own Norwegian sweater. The other half wasn't convinced about such an expenditure. When daughter found one particularly beautiful sweater in the Hurtigruten gift shop, she showed her mom and coaxed, "You have to get a sweater to take home and wear to church!"

Mom tried on the sweater, admired its fit in the mirror, and then checked the price tag. As she put it back on the rack, Mom said, "You wanna bet?"


The sweater-modeling sessions, over the next two days, were different.


No tags attached!


Each of us tried on various sweaters and found a place
in our suitcase to pack a

Knitted Canvas –

a gift from (this gal)
Cousin Tora's Gallery.