We are almost finished editing the new dye book "Dye Me To The Moon" and will be taking it to the printers next week. Shane is busy cutting swatches to be attached to the labels as soon as everything is printed. We're all pretty excited! If not for Shane this book would not be possible, he not only did all the work but he also created most of the formulas. Momma is very proud!
I have a beginning class of 12 students on Sunday so I'm busy making kits. The shop is full of wool dust from all the cutting. Hooking isn't the tidiest hobby in the world. Like eating crackers in bed you have to keep the vacuum handy. I'm by far the messiest rug hooker, according to hubby that is, who wonders why I don't work with a garbage can close by. I say it slows me down! Hook with a frenzy, hand sweep the ends to the floor and then clean it up later. I beat to a strange drum. Some people use a plastic container with a slot in the top to collect the ends but I like to pretend I'm allergic to plastic so I can't have it around. Truthfull, in a house filled with traditional furnishings, a white plastic container stands out like a sore thumb. Guess I'm anal. Most who know me will vouch for it but I just take that as a fabulous compliment!
Speaking of plastic, I'm still trying to figure out a way to hide the kitchen fridge, the massive white elephant that's always in your face. I think about hooking my Country Sampler pattern and attach it with magnets just to hide the gleaming whiteness of it all. Tried to conceal it with small magnets holding biz cards, notes and reminders but that just meant aa different kind of ugly. Someone once said, I should get a sickness so I'd have something real to complain about. Maybe that's why I got diabetes? Ah well, that's life.
I have a beginning class of 12 students on Sunday so I'm busy making kits. The shop is full of wool dust from all the cutting. Hooking isn't the tidiest hobby in the world. Like eating crackers in bed you have to keep the vacuum handy. I'm by far the messiest rug hooker, according to hubby that is, who wonders why I don't work with a garbage can close by. I say it slows me down! Hook with a frenzy, hand sweep the ends to the floor and then clean it up later. I beat to a strange drum. Some people use a plastic container with a slot in the top to collect the ends but I like to pretend I'm allergic to plastic so I can't have it around. Truthfull, in a house filled with traditional furnishings, a white plastic container stands out like a sore thumb. Guess I'm anal. Most who know me will vouch for it but I just take that as a fabulous compliment!
Speaking of plastic, I'm still trying to figure out a way to hide the kitchen fridge, the massive white elephant that's always in your face. I think about hooking my Country Sampler pattern and attach it with magnets just to hide the gleaming whiteness of it all. Tried to conceal it with small magnets holding biz cards, notes and reminders but that just meant aa different kind of ugly. Someone once said, I should get a sickness so I'd have something real to complain about. Maybe that's why I got diabetes? Ah well, that's life.
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