The blanket her grandmother wove her
In the hills where Dolma lives, the mornings dawn freezing and the mist doesn't clear until late. That's why her grandmother wove her a very long blanket from the mountain goats' wool: she wraps herself in it up to her nose and doesn't take it off even indoors. That blanket isn't in the portrait — here you only see her from the shoulders up, with her dungaree and her hood — but it's the first thing she grabs when the dawn cold bites. A mountain girl well wrapped up, one of those who know what it costs to warm up.







