Well, I had a very exciting day. I’m getting more shop space! More room to stock wool and patterns.…endless possibilities! Hubby and I spent the day clearing out the back room in my shop, hauling his tools to his new garage and I’ve organized all the stuff I had stored in
there as well and what is left will be a 16” x 17” space to reinvent into rug hooking nirvana.
I’m good at reinvention, I seem to do it to myself every five years or so. The last time I
morphed I started making jewellery. What fun I had playing with bling but then reality set in and I didn’t have the time to serve two masters and give each one the attention they deserved
so one had to go. Hooking being my first craft love, I stuck with the tried and true. I think those days are now behind me, it’s time to settle on one dream, and ride that wave to the end. I’ve always wanted to open a restaurant but that idea is now tucked away on the top shelf,
way in the back. Way too much work for an old bird. Besides, not all fantasies need to be realized. There’s nothing wrong with having dreams, it keeps the brain limber and fresh. Someday I’ll settle in my life, be happy to stand still and smell the roses; I’ll call it retirement but
I’m not ready to go there yet. I’m going to ride the rug hooking train all the way and where it stops no one knows, but I hope the journey is long and not too bumpy.
Rug hooking has changed over the years. It’s now more internet based with EBay and websites springing up all across Canada and the United States to sell wares online. I’m old school and really like to see customers and talk to them on the phone but you have to play the technology game or you’ll get lost in the shuffle. Part of me is still stuck in the olden days but I'm capable of learning and I’m slowly crawling into he cyber world LOL! OMG...See…I can do it!
To me, caressing a piece of wool is far superior to online shopping, but I know not everyone is
handy to a supply store. Some provinces or states don’t have the luxury of a single shop and if there is one, that doesn’t mean you're in close proximity to it. That’s why people marvel over our little town of Mahone Bay; a place so small if you blink, while driving through, you’d miss it all, and we have two rug hooking shops! Not to mention down the road there’s the North American Rug Hooking Museum and shops peppered all across province. Nova Scotia is a mecca for Rug Hooking! I’m told hookers plan their entire vacation around this area to touch and sniff wool.
So here I sit at 5:30 am, the house is quiet save for a couple of dogs snoring and I’m wrapped in a polar fleece blanket coaxing computer keys into words when I should be sound asleep so I’m fresh to open the shop tomorrow. If you pop in my eyes will be drooping but I’ll be beaming from ear to ear over my new space…I’ll drag you in to show it off and tell you my dreams.
I think maybe I’ll stock the woodstove and hit the sofa for an hour or two and hopefully find some sleep, but that’s probably a fat chance..…visions of that new back room are dancing in my head and thoughts are racing by like the second hand on the clock. It’s all about new possibilities now……..
there as well and what is left will be a 16” x 17” space to reinvent into rug hooking nirvana.
I’m good at reinvention, I seem to do it to myself every five years or so. The last time I
morphed I started making jewellery. What fun I had playing with bling but then reality set in and I didn’t have the time to serve two masters and give each one the attention they deserved
so one had to go. Hooking being my first craft love, I stuck with the tried and true. I think those days are now behind me, it’s time to settle on one dream, and ride that wave to the end. I’ve always wanted to open a restaurant but that idea is now tucked away on the top shelf,
way in the back. Way too much work for an old bird. Besides, not all fantasies need to be realized. There’s nothing wrong with having dreams, it keeps the brain limber and fresh. Someday I’ll settle in my life, be happy to stand still and smell the roses; I’ll call it retirement but
I’m not ready to go there yet. I’m going to ride the rug hooking train all the way and where it stops no one knows, but I hope the journey is long and not too bumpy.
Rug hooking has changed over the years. It’s now more internet based with EBay and websites springing up all across Canada and the United States to sell wares online. I’m old school and really like to see customers and talk to them on the phone but you have to play the technology game or you’ll get lost in the shuffle. Part of me is still stuck in the olden days but I'm capable of learning and I’m slowly crawling into he cyber world LOL! OMG...See…I can do it!
To me, caressing a piece of wool is far superior to online shopping, but I know not everyone is
handy to a supply store. Some provinces or states don’t have the luxury of a single shop and if there is one, that doesn’t mean you're in close proximity to it. That’s why people marvel over our little town of Mahone Bay; a place so small if you blink, while driving through, you’d miss it all, and we have two rug hooking shops! Not to mention down the road there’s the North American Rug Hooking Museum and shops peppered all across province. Nova Scotia is a mecca for Rug Hooking! I’m told hookers plan their entire vacation around this area to touch and sniff wool.
So here I sit at 5:30 am, the house is quiet save for a couple of dogs snoring and I’m wrapped in a polar fleece blanket coaxing computer keys into words when I should be sound asleep so I’m fresh to open the shop tomorrow. If you pop in my eyes will be drooping but I’ll be beaming from ear to ear over my new space…I’ll drag you in to show it off and tell you my dreams.
I think maybe I’ll stock the woodstove and hit the sofa for an hour or two and hopefully find some sleep, but that’s probably a fat chance..…visions of that new back room are dancing in my head and thoughts are racing by like the second hand on the clock. It’s all about new possibilities now……..
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