While we were busy dyeing yarn in Arachova, in 1987 (see previous blog post about natural dyeing), Frosso Haritou’s mother was sitting with us. She needed the company.
Like all women of her generation, she was never idle, her hands were always busy. Most days she was spinning, using her drop spindle, the traditional Greek way. The yarn she made was used by her daughter Frosso for her weaving.
This older woman had a smiling face that I still remember.
Toultouline 
I have heard of the 15 grandmothers who weave in Arachova. Is she one of them?
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The photos are from our stay in Arachova in the 1980s. Maybe her daughter is still weaving, she could be one of the grandmothers you have heard about.
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I was there in 1983. I inherited several spectacular antique hand-woven tapestries from the village, which is my homeland.
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Greeat blog I enjoyed reading
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