In a guidebook we read about the old vicarage on Smøla. We came there just when a young girl opened the beautiful old house, and during the hour we spent there, we were the only visitors.
The old vicarage is now a museum. One permanent exhibition showing the history of Smøla, then every summer one or two different exhibitions, focusing on special themes.
This summer several rooms in the ground floor were filled with old embroidery made by women from the island.
Imagine hands, fingers, worn by love and life, creating handicraft for daily use, making them into pieces of art.
I've collected textiles all my life, old pieces, small and bigger, and I love to let my fingers feel the structure.
I didn't touch the pieces here, were probably not allowed to, and had to let my eyes give my fingertips an imagination of the wel lknown feeling.
Two Smøla-posts from three years ago:
