Home A Jig Jig

The old nursery rhyme: "home again home again jiggedy jig"

was one we used when our kids were little

to let them know we were returning home.

But I shortened it calling it "home a jig jig."

So, yes we are home again in Canada

 after a very fun,very warm trip South.

We managed to stop at one hooking place,W. Cushing in Wells, Maine.

I also wanted to return to Camp Wool in Kennebunk.

Alas they are closed Tuesdays and that

was my only day.

But Cushing was fun and Liseanne and her

employee were welcoming and helpful

even with an informal hook-in going on.

Outside was welcoming but the cozy warren of rooms

 and loot inside was most fun.

An assortment of hook books, antiques and pottery.

Hooked models and wool remnants.

I must say these gals were very quiet. 

Our bunch would have sounded like a buzzy beehive!

Cupboards of offerings. Something to see everywhere.

Threads for the puncher and stitcher.

I was tempted by the ornaments.

My loot:

Two wools, dye, needles, a pattern, tape and a quilted bag.

Wouldn't you say I was pretty behaved?

I would recommend stopping in,

even going out of your way to pop in, 

to this well stocked store.

We were on time constraints but I

could have spent well over an hour here.

Lucky for my purse, I could not.