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Finishing touches....

3/31/2016

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It sure is a fabulous spring day!  We’ve had the shop door open letting in the promise of even better days ahead.  I sat in the Hook Nook watching folks walk by, one gal paraded by in a tank top!  That might be a stretch for only plus 13, but we all like to push the envelope when it comes to weather, always wanting something more and rushing toward it.  It’ll be awhile before I dig out sandals although I see them walking by, the wind is still too biting on my tender tootsies.   
 
I sat with my lovely Hook Nook pillow supporting my back.  I stayed last evening to sew some of the jobs gathering dust.  In a fantasy world I’d have a lackey, I mean an assistant, someone to follow me and finish the projects once the hooking is done.  Despite what you may thing,  I really don’t mind finishing; I just never seem to have the time for it.  My mind is always on the next item on the list, moving forward before I should, like having a bath after I’m dressed.  At some point I always get around to getting the job done but it can take weeks or even years. 

I was pumped last evening, one of those high energy days that come once and a while so I decided it was now or never and stayed to sew my LOVE, Shamrock and Hook Nook pillows.  I really don’t know why I put these tasks off, once completed they really didn’t seem that time consuming.   It was about twenty minutes a pillow to pin the back to the front, stitch around on the machine, cut the corners, turn it inside out and then stuff with the pillow form.  A bit of hand stitching to seal up the opening and voila, something useful and pretty and a chest rising moment for the satisfaction of a job done.

The backing for the LOVE pillow was Antique Red, the same wool used for the border and the Shamrock pillow had the same green as in the border and background.  The Hook Nook was finished with the same multi-stripe teal and red herringbone used for the background for a custom look.  I even managed to keep the vertical stripes straight, not so easy when you haven't prebasted it first.  I took the shortcut using pins to hold back and front together.  I was proud and a bit shocked at the lack of swearing throughout the task.   I did make the slits a bit too small to push the pillow forms through and broke out in a sweat trying to ram it in.  It was like putting a watermelon through a button hole.  I was worried I'd tear the backing wool but I persevered while four pups starred at me wondering what all the grunting was about. 

I didn’t sew up my little Easter one yet.  I’ll do that Saturday.   Perhaps a few folks will come and sit with me, tip the elbow with our delicious coffee and nibble on homemade cookies.  I’m a bit lonely.  Hubby is away assisting his mother’s transition into assisted living.  She is 97 and going strong but after carpel surgery and having two falls from being off kilter with not being able to use her hand, she decided it was time to be surrounded with people instead of being alone where she fell and couldn’t get up for an hour.   Pretty scary stuff!  She’s moving to a lovely, sizable apartment and can take a lot of her own things.  They play Bridge there so she’ll fit in like a well-worn pair of slippers.   She won’t have to worry now, and neither will we. 


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Pizza Friday

3/28/2016

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When we were first married, hubby and I made pizza every Friday night. We’d put the Gypsy Kings cassette in the  player, crack open a bottle of homemade wine and start chopping the toppings. I’m not sure why we shifted from this fun frequent and tradition to only making pizza a few times a year......but maybe we became pizza’d out? 

We’ve done it two Fridays’ in a row now and I think perhaps it should make a comeback. Pizza is a healthy meal, full of good things that blend beautifully for a finger licking delight and of course, leftovers are always great for breakfast either cold or reheated.

My pizza dough has changed over the years, I’ve discovered better recipes and although I used to start from scratch and go through the process of wait and see,  now my bread machine does all the work.  There’s nothing like adding ingredients into the hopper in the morning, set the timer and coming home from work to a perfectly timed buxom dough pushing against the lid of the bread machine. I open the door and it keeps on growing like a balloon. I make a double recipe for two pizzas.  We have Paderno pans that have a non-stick coating and holes to help brown the bottom to a golden brown.    I’ve never learned to flip dough in the air without hitting the ceiling or landing with a thump on the floor so I palm it to stretch and fill the pan and then brush olive oil on the edge of the crust for a fresh out of the oven bread  crunch. 

I’ve always made my own sauce.  The canned ones taste fine but its chock full of stuff you don’t need, including MSG.  I use tomato paste, add water to the desired consistency then a tsp of sugar to take the bitterness off and a lot of my favourite spice, Basil and a lesser bit of oregano. 

Toppings vary depending on the craving or what’s hanging around the fridge.  I really like Hot Italian Sausage precooked and left in chunks, like meatballs in spaghetti sauce. I’m not a fan of the sliced and prepackaged pepperoni found at the deli counter.   The skinny slices are soaked in preservatives; the package is wet inside and dripping with goodness knows what?  It turns me off and now they are saying that processed meats are really bad for us, bringing up the "C" word.  Chris Brother’s Pepperoni is always my choice, plenty of flavour and a product made with pride.  Yes,  there is still preservative in the package but you can wash that off and then cut the meat so each slice's surface hasn’t been drenched in formaldehyde.

Hubby likes olives and mushrooms and I don’t so we usually make two pizzas to suit our tastes.  I like mushrooms raw in a salad but not so much cooked.  I find they get slippery and for me the texture has to be right   I’ve never acquired a taste for olives although I’ll eat them in a pinch, but if I have a choice, I vote no. 
   
What I do like far outweighs what I don’t so it’s not like my pizza is bare.  I pile on green and red peppers, tomatoes, onions, pepperoni or sausage and lots of cheese.  My one must is pineapple.  I love the way you get a little burst of juice from each tidbit. When available, Artichoke is also good and even blanched sun dried tomatoe lends a wonderful flavour.

Cheese is important.  This is no time to go cheap.  One full brick or more is needed per pizza.  Some sprinkled on the sauce and then pile on the toppings and then end with a sea of white on top.  Magnificent works of art waiting to be cooked to perfection.  I like mozzarella that can be pulled and stringy when you take bites, like at a real pizzeria.  I let our pizza's sit to cool a bit so we don't need utensils to eat it.  Pizza is definitely a hand to mouth food, biting down on all those flavours and pulling away with cheese stretching between fingers and lips. 

The smell of pizza wafting through the house is divine.  To bad tha smell couldn't be bottled and sold, perhaps as cologne to dab behind the ears.  You know what they say about attracting a man through his stomach, they'd be following you home!  Yes, I think this old custom needs to be revisited.  Friday night pizza at the Littles! 


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Eye Candy Friday

3/18/2016

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This is some of the hooked eye candy that went through the shop in
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Armenia's Twenty-Five Shades of Grey II 
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Christine - Your Initially Yours Letter "F" is finally finished, hooked by Joan Foster of Fergus, sewn by Pat Foster of Guelph, Ontario...we love the pattern...
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Fran Thornton sent in a finished picture of "The Act". She's new to hooking and this is the first rug she's attempted. This was an old pattern revamped. Great job Fran!
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Adena Clark has finished "Stained Glass Pineapple" I love that she made this an art piece instead of sticking to the expected pineapple colours. Wowsa!
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"Get Your Ass In Here!" hooked by Carolyn Cooke. I absolutely love it!
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Life Is Better At The Lake! Lorraine Burch hooked this wonderful rug as a thank-you gift. What a beautiful treasure for someone to receive in the mail. You are a very special lady!
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Another new design by our very own Deborah Sweet. This one is called Dory Days. I love the depth of her water and beautifully streaked sky!
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Pat Norris's William Morris Strawberry Thief. Great job Pat, I love your colour scheme!  Nice mounting!
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Here is another extraordinary runner. William Morris Red Car Runner. I extended the pattern by designing a center focal point and doubling the original length. Nancy Clarke is doing an amazing job. I love her colour plan!! She was in today for more wool that Shane dyed while she waited. And by the way, she only started this stunner in December 2015. Double WOW! See our other William Morris Designs by clicking this link.
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Sherry Chandler finished her Tessellation rug from the workshop with Heather Gordon. Beautiful Sherry!
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Heather Gordon was in this afternoon with her wonderful rooster rug. She said she was inspired by the colourful roosters that she saw on her trip to China.
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I finished my Hook Nook.  Now to sew it up into a pillow. 
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Hooters #Five - Love, love, love these owl patterns, Christine! I'm hooked! Nichola Hewitt.

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Save some GREEN!  

3/16/2016

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Another lesson learned the hard way........

3/15/2016

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I’m perturbed.  I’ve been caught committing a copyright infraction and although I pleaded innocent through stupidity, I was forced to pay a fine of $178.00 for the use of a cartoon I found on Facebook to use as a picture for a blog about gardening.  The blog was personal, and I wasn’t using the image to make money but apparently you can use CARTOONSTOCK images on Facebook, pass them around like canopies on a tray for all to sample and enjoy, but stick it on a blog, even a personal one and you’ve been caught with your copyright pants down. 

I know about copyright, I’m in a business that knows full well what it means and it annoys the heck out of me every time I discover I’ve been ripped off, but somehow I thought this was different.  I was wrong.   Shane gave me a lecture about what I can and cannot use from the internet so now I know.  I’m smart in some things but this totally went right over my head. 

All the pictures in the internet are untouchable if they contain a company label.  In my stupid brain, I believed if I used a cartoon I was advertising them.  What a putz! I didn’t know you had to purchase the rights to use them on a blog.  I’m angry with myself for not thinking it through and of course, I will never do it again.  But…. paying $178.00 today was excessive for the use of their itty bitty drawing of two stick women discussing weeds.  Perhaps these companies splash their cartoons all over the map to trap people into using them so they can then track and fine them.  Really, who would pay $178.00 for such a dinky design?  I can’t get that price for detailed patterns that take hours to draw, let alone a poor sketch that took five minutes!

So from now on no funny cartoons with my stories.  I called the License Compliance Service company that is working on behalf of CartoonStock Ltd. today to see if I could get a reprieve for my first offense but I could tell they were well prepared. It was icy and they were firm.  They said it was not to be used by Social Media.  I asked why their image could be plastered all over FaceBook but not a personal story on a blog.  The woman said I own my website.  Apparently we don’t own our FB pages?   It sure hurt to pay that money; the costly lesson is like a stab to the heart, after the blade ricocheted off my wallet. 

I think wow, if I went after everyone that copied and ripped off my designs over the years, with that kind of sledge hammer attitude, and collected that kind of penalty for each, why I’d be down in the Bahamas sucking on Goombay Smashes through a big long straw.  I’d be retired and sitting on a cushy bank wad.  
    
I’m one of those people who respect copyright law in all walks of life.  Others are out there ripping stuff off all over the place and get away with it….I feel sort of picked on. Like getting pregnant the first time you have sex at 15, not fair!  It wasn’t like I was making money off my weed story.  This wasn’t a major crime, but the heft of the fine seemed a bit over the top.  I would have paid $25.00, said “oops I’m so sorry, I will never do it again” and not let it burn my arse for the rest of the evening.  I just think $178.00 is excessive.  Yes, I know I’m wrong and don’t have a leg to stand on….I’ll get over it….. 

I’m writing this for cathartic purposes and to spread the awareness so no one else has to learn the hard way! 

On a happy note, I'll finish my "Hook Nook" Pillow this evening.  I'm loving how the two K's connect. 


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Who'da thunk?

3/14/2016

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Thursday of last week, while under the weather, my phlegm soaked brain was roused from sleep by hubby shouting that they were talking about Mahone Bay on CBC radio. The show is called, “Under The Influence” with Terry O’Reilly and This particular broadcast was titled Live and Let Buy: Where you live dictates what you purchase.  Check it out for the full podcast.  http://www.cbc.ca/radio/undertheinfluence

The postal codes don’t lie, according to online sex store, Pink Cherry, Mahone Bay with its population of under 1000, buys more BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Submission and Masochism) products per capita than all of Canada.  The larger cities barely make the list so I guess the rural communities are having all the fun, says Terry.  And then Kentville, population of 6094 got a mention for ordering the most sex toys per capita than all of Canada. So there’s a lot of folks in Nova Scotia “gettin a bit of kink on”. 

Terry O’Reilly mentioned that he should call a random number in Mahone Bay to ask what they think of this claim to fame.  You could hear the phone book pages turning and then they dialed a number.  It rang and rang.  No one answered.  His assistant’s comment?  “They must be tied up”.    Ha ha very funny!

I live in Mahone Bay; been here all my life.  I’m not sure how I feel about this designation although it was a chest busting moment when  announced that we’ve been voted one of the five best places in Canada to live.   Exciting stuff considering our size, don’t blink going through our town or you could miss it!

I’m not one to cast stones, nor do I live in a glass house, and neither should anyone else considering the pension for rough play around these parts.   Although I really don’t care what consenting adults do, I’ll admit my curiosity has peeked…. I’ll be looking at people a bit differently, wondering how much whipping is going on behind closed doors, and I don’t mean finishing rugs. 

My, my….little ole Mahone Bay and Kentville; what’s with Nova Scotia and sex?  Is something in the town water system?   

FYI - Hubby and I are on a drilled well....just sayin…..



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Down for the count and back up again......

3/11/2016

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I spent Sunday afternoon holding a hot compress to Henri’s butt.  Henri, my cream, miniature poodle is suffering from a swollen anal gland.  My regular vet was unavailable for an after hour call and being through this once before I didn’t think there was any panic in waiting for Monday morning.  The alternative was a drive to the city and although I wouldn’t think twice if it was urgent, I felt Henri could wait and in the meantime I would administer what I know. Warm, Epsom Salt soaked facecloths applied to his back end helped to break the abscess and release some of the fluid from the egg sized swelling.   We kept the abscess hole open all week so it drained fully and I’m happy to say he’s back to normal and there’s only one hole where it should be now. 
 
Then Sunday evening a sense of heaviness enveloped my neck, jaw and nasal area.  It felt like someone had opened the top of my head and poured in liquid plaster and it was beginning to set.  We thought uh-oh, a bad cold was circulating the shop, guess it’s my turn.   By bedtime my brains were pounding out their woe, making for a fitful sleep. 

Misery loves company and Hubby had been experiencing much of the same symptoms but complained less. By Monday we were both swinging on the hinges of death’s door. Yes, I’m exaggerating, but only a bit.  I felt like all my energy had been zapped, and I shuffled when I walked about the house with barely enough strength to left a leg, even the fat of my buttocks ached, what was up with that?   Then after I was down for the count the kicker came.  My left eye had been sore and I stopped using mascara a few days before and it chose now to bubble up with infection so I looked like a dog’s regurgitated breakfast.  I not only felt like crap, now I looked like it.  I’m not a wimp, but this bout of sickness will have the burliest of men crying for their mommy. 

I’ve been living in a phlegm fog and it stripped me of caring about life let alone the shop.  My focus was now on immediate concerns, like will I make it to the bathroom?  Is there any more Kleenex?  What day is this?  Today I am back at work but I’m slower than a three legged turtle and only fit to get through the pile of emails. 

All week I could barely muster the will to chew let alone cook.  Then the  right side of my jaw froze and I could only open my mouth half way before the agonizing pain shot through my head.  Food was tasteless and my face hurt, that took out any desire to eat but I knew I had to feed the cold and my body, keep it sustained through this viral invasion. 

Food preparation was trying and exhausting.  We live in a small town, nothing delivers, not even the pizza joint. If something edible had been brought to the door, no matter how genetically modified, deep fried or MSG saturated, I would have eaten it and licked my plate in appreciation that I didn’t have to make it.  Sometimes when I stood to make a meal, my legs threatened to buckle.  I spent four days on my backside, exhausted three boxes of Kleenex and allowed my hair to look like an accidental oil spill from a tube of Brylcream.   I didn’t care if I died, and if I did, didn’t worry that the mortuary folks would see me in this state.

I barely spoke this week.  Ask hubby...this is an anomaly but he was too sick to appreciate it.  My mouth travels faster than the speed of light.  My tongue is in constant motion, flapping on about this and that, my every thought verbalized to select hearing.   Usually my words travel through one ear and out the other; I suppose that’s the reason he doesn’t remember much that I say so my quietness was probably the strongest indication I was sick and perhaps why I received as much sympathy as I did.  Every time I tried to do something he hobbled over to rescue me.  We were like two old drunks holding each other up, taking turns on the sofa and falling in and out of sleep like babies.    

Yes, it’s been a trip to hell and back.  Teeter tottering through chills and fevers like being on a menopausal carnival ride; zipping up polar fleece to frantically rip it off moments later.  Hubby kept the wood stove fire going and the house was so stinking hot my lips chapped, but I shivered as if standing naked at the North Pole.  I felt like a chicken on a spit, rotating close to the heat and then away from it.   Kicking off the covers through the night and moments later grabbing them tight.    

We managed to get by and no one left the house in a body bag.   But….what I want to know is what the hell was this scourge?  This isn’t my generation’s cold and there's nothing common about it!  This is a newer, meaner, evil virus; the little four letter word “cold” doesn’t quite describe it.  What is this mutation that leaves us in phlegm trenches, wandering if we’ll make it out alive?   Almost drowning in a sea of sometimes blood streaked mucus with the consistency of plasticine?  

I’m lucky.  I don’t punch 9-5 for someone else, so I can stay home a few days without the world coming to an end, no pressure or guilt to pile on the misery. Luckily I have Shane and Deb to hold the reigns and even more lucky, we didn’t all get it at one time.  Shane had this last week, Deb before, so it has run the shops course.  They either have more stamina than I do or I had something different because they showed for work each day.  Saints I say!

I showered this morning and prepared to show my face this afternoon.   I’m drained to the core and feel the dull ache of sickness still hanging on.   Hubby says we’ve gone through the bottom and now are working our way out.   That sounds about right. 
I’m not very attractive right now but still don’t care.   My chapped lips are darker, resembling the pigment of youth when I didn’t need to paint them red to show contrast with my skin.   I suppose that’s some sort of perk.  My eyes are swollen and no bigger than pee holes in the snow.  The infection has abated, leaving only slightly red tinged skin where my lashes live.  The violent sneeze remains, the fire in the hole that can blow a sphincter out.  I don’t wish this on my worst enemy and if there is any advice to be had, hang on to things and cross your legs when you feel the burn rising….and oh yes, I highly recommend Depends……... 


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Hook Nook

3/3/2016

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A sweet pillow topper for any rug hooking studio. 
Imagine it in yours with your colours! 
18" x 18" with outside border, 16" x 16" without border.
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Everyone loves the little do-drop-in seating area at the front of the shop.  It’s no Studio 54 or anything of that caliber, but it’s becoming a thriving, pulsating, hot place to hang so we decided to give it a name. Of course hubby came up with the perfect title without a moment’s hesitation.  “Hook Nook” sort of says it all and I immediately thought “pillow” to commemorate it. 

So here is the design and now for the colour.   I only had a few minutes before the hook-in to lay down the letters on the backing so it's mussed a bit, but we will be selling the pattern drawn perfectly.  I’m not sure if I will connect the first lines of the two K’s as in the picture or break it up into separate letters   They line up nicely so I thought it might be a creative plus to add to the pillow’s charm.  We’ll see how it looks when hooked and if it isn’t suitable it’ll be an easy change.  I wouldn’t want the tall, linear lines to draw the eye away from the rest of the rug. 

I have a delicious teal herringbone with a red thread zig-zagging through it that’s screaming to be partnered with solid red.  Red is a dominant colour in the shop both inside and out, and the carpet’s field is in red so it’s the obvious choice for me.  I love this bold colour!  I have a red living room in my home; a decorator once said that every home should have one.  I’m not trying to be trendy,  I chose it because I love being wrapped in the luxury of red and of course, it perfectly complements my blue and white dish collection. 

The colour red denotes many things.  Red is the symbol for blood and courage.    In Chinese philosophy, red represented fire, one of the five elements.  Red is also the colour most commonly associated with heat, activity, passion, sexuality, anger, love and joy.  In China and many other Asian countries it is the colour of happiness.  I think red says it all for our sweet Hook Nook.  There isn’t any teal in any of the upholstered chairs but I’m going for the eclectic look, not matchy, matchy.    There is a bit of lighter teal in the carpet but that’s a stretch and the pillow is meant for a chair anyway.  

This project will be a wide cut wonder, probably #7 for the background, so I get it done quickly to work on the Easter design for April.    I’m thinking sizzling red letters, an Antique Red shadow along the left side to make them pop and a delicious teal and red herringbone plaid to pull it all together.   The only snap of colour will be the gold in the hook that rises up out of the second O on the word Hook. 

Last night was our first March Wednesday of the month hook-in and I put a big dent in the hooking by the end of the evening.  Is there anything more exciting than a new project?   The juices flow, there’s pep in the step and I’m floating a few inches off the ground from the adrenal rush.   You know what I mean!

Only three gals showed last evening for the hook-in so we sat downstairs in the “Hook Nook”.   It was a damp and chilly evening.   Outside the rain pounded to the ground  while we sat under true daylight bulbs working our craft and the warmth from the heat pump polished our cheeks to a healthy pink.   Does it get much better than this? 



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Free Shipping Promo has ended....

3/1/2016

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I’ve been absent from the Blog and FB for a bit.  The Free Shipping Promo for all of North America kept us hopping and I was feet tired and brain dead by the end of each day.  In the evenings, all I could muster was warming the sofa with pups piled on top of me.  I had a nap before dinner to rest enough to chew my food!  I might have been tired but I was happy as a flea on a dog, not one of mine of  course although I did find a tick on Henri....a tick mind you in February, it's crazy! 

I wanted to write each evening but I was afraid it might read like gobbledly gook so I stepped away from the computer to spare you. 

Although it might sound like I'm complaining I most certainly am not!  Any time the shop is busy is a great thing, knowing we are still going strong after all these years is heart warming.  We've worked hard to be here and want to stay as long as you want us too!  We appreciate your business and welcome all the help we can give you.

We’ve been so busy I had to hire hubby to take over the shipping department, not that we ever had a shipping department, but over this past month we made one!   He was hiking a Santa sack to the post office pretty much every day filled with goodies.  We went through eight rolls of packing tape wrapping parcels.  Thank-you to all that placed orders and took advantage of the free shipping!   It is a pleasure to serve you for your hooking needs.

One day when hubby and I we were both wrapping orders, I wondered what it must be like to receive one of our packages in the mail?   I imagined opening the Kraft paper wrappings or box to find Shane’s dyed wools, colours exploding and longing for my touch.  Finding pattern or patterns expertly drawn by Deborah, marker lines transpiring into unique and whimsical designs, patterns to dazzle my imagination and start day-dreaming over. 

Kits, a combination of Shane’s dyeing and Deborah’s patterns assembled together like a wonderful puzzle waiting for me to put the pieces together.  Steven Scott’s hooks, strip holders and beautifully crafted wood frames, exquisitely crafted pieces of furniture really, with their turned spools, beautiful joinery, satin finish and mechanically sound. Wow!

Each parcel we wrap is like a present, a gift to you. the customer.  We provide excellent quality and service and put a lot of care into what we do.  If we aren’t the top for quality I’ll argue we’re a close second. 

We are probably as excited to send you our wares as you are to receive them.   It has been a pleasure to provide our services this month to make sure your goods make their way to your home and you’re hooking projects.  Be patient, we’ve been working steadily to get your items to you as quickly as possible but at the risk of sounding too boastful......they are worth waiting for!

Sincerely,  Shane, Deborah, me and hubby!


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Boom Boxes

3/1/2016

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System the boat came with.  
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My Nonsuch skipper Gregg and fellow Nonsucher Chris are always dreaming up improvements for our boats and in sailor style, all changes for the better begin with an idea fueled by a wee tot of rum.  This particular upgrade was to improve the support for wishbone boom storage on the deck.  The boxes also helped with the ease of working on the boat when it’s on the hard, especially with the tarp and frame in place.   The wishbone, that doesn’t look as huge hanging off the mast is a presence to be reckoned with on deck, and needs a secure and stable cradling system.  Chris came up with this original idea to better support the wishbone and he and Gregg worked to complete four boom-boxes for each boat. 

Chris, a talented wood worker, noticed that the previous owners of our boat had fashioned supports by nailing together short lengths of two x fours and thought it a bit rough.  Without help, they were also difficult to work with when tying each block down and consequently, there was too much cross tying and lines involved, creating even more of a rat’s nest to work around. 

So Chris designed while Gregg commented from the peanut gallery and a plan was formulated. They used ¾”plywood.  After determining the height and width needed for the box, they cut a piece of plywood double the length and then cut a circle 4 ½” diameter (size of the wishbone tubing) out of the middle.  Then they cut the wood in half creating two half-moon notches that would cradle the wishbone and form the forward and aft sides of the box.  This was a clever way to make the half-moon cuts equal.  
  
The diagram provided is not to scale, so follow the measurements not the picture.  They left the bottom of the boxes open for drainage when the boat cover is off.  Possible refinements include carpet strips along the bottom to help it conform to the radius of the cabin top but if not, these bottom edges can be scribed to fit the shape of the curve.  It’s important to seal these edges of the box that sit on the gelcoat as moisture, in the plywood, will cause mold to grow during winter storage.  
 
For the following haul-out, Chris had painted his and we varnished ours with leftover Epiphane from all the teak refinishing we did.  Now I found it so much easier to work around the cabin top with the new boom-box storage system and fewer tie down lines.   It also elevated the spar higher above the cockpit easing access plus the added bonus of less head bumping for those vertically challenged. 
 
Chris & Tina Ouellette
Felina
NS30U, #261
 
Gregg & Christine Little
Catalyst II 
NS33, #22

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SCRIBED BOTTOM TO FIT CURVE OF CABIN TOP
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