This particular pattern has been dear to my heart. First designed for my hubby’s study, Jean Morse hooked the rug for us as an act of kindness from one friend to another. Every time I look at the rug I think of her. In its many loops are woven memories of a dear friend who shared her passion and her talent with those who knew her.
I dyed the colours to match the décor of the room or I would have gone more with a nautical flavour, so I love to see the blues in Adena’s version. I also like that she mixed up the sea serpent colours with opposites in each corner, adding more interest to the overall curb appeal of the rug.
Adena is a bit of speed hooker as six weeks for a project of this size is quite the feat. She never ceases to amaze me and maybe I feel a bit envious of the fun she has working on a piece. One day when I retire I’ll start filling my house full of rug dreams, but right now I will be happy assisting others in their bliss.
Don’t know what is going on with me but I’ve felt like crap since Monday. Crap isn't exactly the best word considering in my case it's meant as a verb as well as a noun. Spending a lot of time in the loo...some sort of bug I guess. It's three days in and there's still rumbling. Throw on that heap of trouble, a bit of insomnia and I'm a bit worse for wear. The sandman has eluded me and after only two hours Sunday night, it was hard getting up Monday to be in Gold River for my pup grooming appointment before the crack of dawn. Surprisingly I was full of energy all day and worked like a buzz saw until I crashed on the sofa for the evening and didn’t hear a thing until eight this morning. Working on the polar opposite of tired, you would think that after ten or so hours of uninterrupted sleep it would have filled my empty tank, but no, I couldn’t get out of my own way today and the settee upstairs in my classroom kept putting bad thoughts into my head, coaxing me up there for a nap. Hopefully tonight it balances out so I can be perky tomorrow, well...as perky as I could ever be....perky wouldn't be a word my friends would use to describe me. I'm arrogant, hardly ever get sick and brag about it, but I have a sneaky feeling I've got some sort of bug and working hard at denying it.
I really have no time to be sick....we have a festival to prepare for and kit production is underway. I hope the weather cooperates for the weekend so all the visitors have an enjoyable stay. Having to keep the shop open on Sunday means the one of the two days off I normally get a month won't be happening so I won't get a sleep in day. I'll be Dopey, Grumpy and Sleepy and if I'm getting sick, a bit Sneezy....all but Happy that's for sure. I haven't been bashful for years.