Each time I popped by, the atmosphere was charged with excitement, a shame that feeling couldn't be bottled and sold! The room exploded with colour, a feast for any rug hooker's eye. The urge to touch and caress all the beautiful wool was overwhelming. Yes, it was a rug hooker's paradise, the only thing missing was the musicality of tropical ocean surf, a warm breeze and a pretty drink with an umbrella. I think everyone would agree the workshops were a fabulous success!
My apologies, somehow I missed Mary's rug! How could I miss my Mary???????? I'm sure I'll catch her rug at the hook-ins. She was working on a large Scottie Dog pattern.