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Far from the sea
in the hills and hollers of Appalachia’s great Southern Highlands
lived Laurel, the littlest weaver, and her pa.
Together they wove story rugs filled with honeysuckle and summer sunshine.
For Laurel, though small, had a gift for weaving as if her mama’s angel hands guided hers.
Laurel and her father weave beautiful rugs for the people of their mountain town. When a stranger moves to town with sadness in his eyes and a lonely doll on his table, Laurel wants to help. With gorgeous illustrations of the natural beauty of the Appalachian Mountains and depictions of the Appalachian weaving tradition, The Littlest Weaver shows us how to hold space for grief and warms your heart like a woven blanket.
in the hills and hollers of Appalachia’s great Southern Highlands
lived Laurel, the littlest weaver, and her pa.
Together they wove story rugs filled with honeysuckle and summer sunshine.
For Laurel, though small, had a gift for weaving as if her mama’s angel hands guided hers.
Laurel and her father weave beautiful rugs for the people of their mountain town. When a stranger moves to town with sadness in his eyes and a lonely doll on his table, Laurel wants to help. With gorgeous illustrations of the natural beauty of the Appalachian Mountains and depictions of the Appalachian weaving tradition, The Littlest Weaver shows us how to hold space for grief and warms your heart like a woven blanket.
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