1879 Folksy Rug

 I found this on an antiques’ site

Having no clues about size I sketched 

it on my remaining chunk of linen.

It’s 18x25.

Overly bright, I’ve toned down my wool post- hooking

with strong coffee and a paint brush.

Like the creator, I’m making do with the colours I have. 

We’re still in an apartment, have a lot in storage, and are house hunting. 

Not happy with it at first, I am coming around.

The raffle draw for the rug our guild hooked is tonight.

The thing has been around my home for a year. 

(No, I didn’t buy any tickets, but sold many.)

We’ve raised around $1,050 for an historic mat registry of our province.

If you’re interested:

http://mats-tapisnb.com/

The past weeks have been up and down:

news of a friend with another bout of aggressive cancer as she expects her second grandchild and hasn’t hit 60,

joy of talking to family via phone and zoom, 

a bad report from the scan of a yet to be born relative,

and the miracle celebration of the God man

come to earth...

Is life always like this? 

I think it must be after all.

May you experience the joys of the day more than the pains.

Sunday Notes

Atlantic Canada is heating up! Welcome Spring! Goodbye snows. Actually we call this Mud Season and we keep old towels by the entry for dogs and people alike.

My son’s rug is finished and en route to Montreal via Ups.

If I could afford an embroidered label for every rug I would buy them. And personally, I don’t like the fill in the blank labels or the messy look of writing on the rug tape.

I’ve been creating simple wool pockets on the back of the rug and writing a personal notes (with rug information) for the pocket. Here I’ve pulled the paper out for show, but it fits down deep in the pocket. 

That’s it! Nothing much new. Having some apps and wine on the deck of a friend’s home later. We haven’t seen her in ages due to covid. Church services have long been meeting for prayer with close friends anyway (nothing to do with covid tho), and that doesn’t always fall on Sunday.  

Have a week of hope as Easter nears...

Hooked Rugs and life

I’m done hooking the rug I designed for 

my son’s 30th — last year.

More obvious in reality, but still subdued, are

words between the leaves which describe his interests and abilities.

I didn’t want that too bright as he may be embarrassed to display it.

I will make a little wool pocket on the back to house 

details of the rug and of my son♥️

The other small mat I made was the product of a challenge from the blog of 

Saundra of Woodland Junction.

It’s an antique design which Saundra drew out for me

but I had no means to print it so I drew it.

We were asked to use no wool but other materials we had around. I used pillowcases and T-shirts and jeans.

The pink was too bright so I coffeed it down.

The cotton pillowcase strips were wide enough to make my arm and shoulder ache so I smartened up and made them narrower. Same with the jeans. The tshirts were a pleasure to hook.

I visited a friend at her lake house Friday and Saturday.

What a treat!

Though the lake was still frozen enough to bring out the snowmobiles, the sun was warm and the conversation good.

She has a flair for making it cozy.

And Miss. Lucy was almost as excited as I when a box from The Wool Studio arrived! She is testing out her sleep quality on it.                                                      That was a splurge purchase with customs 😤

And our hooking group finished Chicago by RHF in memory of Gisele, our former coordinator. The centre is purple. Looks black here. We’re raffling it off with proceeds going to NB May Registry. So far we’ve made $900! Sorry that we can’t take etransfers from the US.

The week ahead begins cold and hits 52f. Crazy warm.

Have a good week!