Hooking

Our Museum has a Hooked Rug exhibition up right now and offered a rug hooking class taught by Anne Norvell to go with it.

Ellie and I were completely on board with that. The class was to make a little pumpkin rug – just big enough to get the feel for what might be a new hobby.

Getting Started.

She kept wanting to swap work with me since she preferred to fill in an area than make the outlines. She filled in all my pumpkin bits after I made the lines, and I made the pumpkin lines on her piece.

I worked some more on mine yesterday afternoon.

It’s another one of those meditative arts where you can find your zen. Gran-mother and Great Gran both hooked rugs at some point – I can only think of one that is still around. I’d like to make a rug-sized rug myself, but when I consider that my other massive project, the CounterPain, has been stalled since first grade…

I should probably finish that before I start another massive project. Probably.

Spooky Laugh

Don’t tell anyone but these were taken on November 1 – it was too dark last night.

Pardon our dust.

Ellie is Professor Minerva McGonagall and Beatrice is some kind of demon. The caution tape and extension cords are not just decoration, they’ve been working on the house for a couple weeks now!

Progress is messy. And noisy.

Stitching

Not my personal best, but I enjoyed the pattern.

It took me almost two months to finish a bunny and two sweaters for a customer. Really unforgivable that it took so long. I’ve got plenty of reasons why this happened: too much Girl Scouts to work on, too much other stuff getting in the way, school, lots of different people coming in and out to work on the house, we’re still working to find our groove since moving, the project didn’t actually have a “I need it by” date.

But really?
I think knitting just makes me sad.
I think knitting has been making me sad for about four years now.

I’m not sure what to do with that epiphany.

Cheating

You know how my Facebook page (wall? whatevs) is typically barren and filled with the sound of crickets? I started feeling kind of bad about that in spite of my working theory: social media ruins everything. So I made an instagram account that cross posts to Facebook.

Just me doing my part to make the world a better place with cat pictures.

Enjoying the porch.

Too Busy

raining raining

I very much don’t like having too much to do. I also think my threshold for that is lower than a lot of people’s. I’m trying to figure out what activity from which to extricate myself – sadly, it can’t be litter boxes.