Coloured burlap, great for not hooking background! Well, we did the move and put the patterns in the back room. A lot of work and dust bunnies but I’m so pleased I can’t express it enough. It’s been a long time coming, but all things take time. When they were handing out patience I must have been distracted or didn’t get the memo...probably off dilly dallying somewhere. Impatience is a princess complex, it’s terminal with no known cure.
We've been busy and putting off the transition, but I bit the bullet, said "let's do it" and so we did. For some reason the shop door stopped opening and allowed us to make the move smoothly. After days of being too busy to think, there came a lull just as it as needed. It’s like an action packed movie, do you notice how all danger ceases momentarily to show a tender moment, the dinosaur stops charging although it was right on their tails, the explosion pauses even through the pin is out of the grenade. That sort of thing annoys me, make it seem real or don't do it!
I’m teaching this Sunday so it will be nice to have the back room ready as the upstairs is in total chaos. I’m starting to think I'm a shape shifter, shifting shapes of furniture and cabinets upstairs to the garage and then back while I make the decisions of where everything needs to go. Stuff is piled everywhere and there's a days work upstairs to get it all under control. I'm stripping the upstairs for workshops and hook-ins only. There will be tables and cutting stations so I can make as much seating space as possible. All else is out of here.
I’m not totally done arranging the displays and won't be for a bit; it's a work in progress. There's a wing back chair that needs covering and cabinets that need to be placed and filled with wool. This coming week every evening is going to be a dyeing extravaganza. I’ve got a lot on the plate, especially when I have a beginning class on Sunday but things are looking great and I’m feeling mighty proud and I’m riding on endorphin fumes. I love my shop and I’m as much at home here as anywhere. Who am I kidding? I spend more time in the shop than home, all I need is a bed and a shower and I could live there perfectly comfortable. Wish my mom and dad could see what I’ve done, they’d be so proud. Gosh darn, I’m getting a little misty thinking about it. And thanks to my son Shane, he's been fabulous and I surely couldn’t do it without him.
Sue dropped by to lend a hand and Glenna was here so we all pitched in. Funny, there seems to be less space even with more room so there are pieces that will have to go into storage. I have four antique pressed back chairs from my great uncle's house and Sue is going to paint them, each one a different colour...blue, yellow, red and green, they will sit nicely with the shaker style reproduction table I bought this past weekend at the Joy Of Antiques. The chairs have been in the basement for some time so they will need a bit of glue and maybe some replacement parts but I have the guy for that. Charlene’s hubby Steve makes my frames and hooks and is as handy as they get. It’s great to have resource people to help with special needs.
I’m taking the evening off as this old body ain’t what she used to be. Guess I pushed the envelope last evening staying too late and my legs have ached all the day long. I’m headed for an Epsom Salts bath in hopes of relaxing the muscles so they carry me through tomorrow. I’m working for the day when I’m all caught up and can sit and hook, and look out over my little rug hooking empire that I’ve nurtured from infancy, feeling proud as any mother would.
We've been busy and putting off the transition, but I bit the bullet, said "let's do it" and so we did. For some reason the shop door stopped opening and allowed us to make the move smoothly. After days of being too busy to think, there came a lull just as it as needed. It’s like an action packed movie, do you notice how all danger ceases momentarily to show a tender moment, the dinosaur stops charging although it was right on their tails, the explosion pauses even through the pin is out of the grenade. That sort of thing annoys me, make it seem real or don't do it!
I’m teaching this Sunday so it will be nice to have the back room ready as the upstairs is in total chaos. I’m starting to think I'm a shape shifter, shifting shapes of furniture and cabinets upstairs to the garage and then back while I make the decisions of where everything needs to go. Stuff is piled everywhere and there's a days work upstairs to get it all under control. I'm stripping the upstairs for workshops and hook-ins only. There will be tables and cutting stations so I can make as much seating space as possible. All else is out of here.
I’m not totally done arranging the displays and won't be for a bit; it's a work in progress. There's a wing back chair that needs covering and cabinets that need to be placed and filled with wool. This coming week every evening is going to be a dyeing extravaganza. I’ve got a lot on the plate, especially when I have a beginning class on Sunday but things are looking great and I’m feeling mighty proud and I’m riding on endorphin fumes. I love my shop and I’m as much at home here as anywhere. Who am I kidding? I spend more time in the shop than home, all I need is a bed and a shower and I could live there perfectly comfortable. Wish my mom and dad could see what I’ve done, they’d be so proud. Gosh darn, I’m getting a little misty thinking about it. And thanks to my son Shane, he's been fabulous and I surely couldn’t do it without him.
Sue dropped by to lend a hand and Glenna was here so we all pitched in. Funny, there seems to be less space even with more room so there are pieces that will have to go into storage. I have four antique pressed back chairs from my great uncle's house and Sue is going to paint them, each one a different colour...blue, yellow, red and green, they will sit nicely with the shaker style reproduction table I bought this past weekend at the Joy Of Antiques. The chairs have been in the basement for some time so they will need a bit of glue and maybe some replacement parts but I have the guy for that. Charlene’s hubby Steve makes my frames and hooks and is as handy as they get. It’s great to have resource people to help with special needs.
I’m taking the evening off as this old body ain’t what she used to be. Guess I pushed the envelope last evening staying too late and my legs have ached all the day long. I’m headed for an Epsom Salts bath in hopes of relaxing the muscles so they carry me through tomorrow. I’m working for the day when I’m all caught up and can sit and hook, and look out over my little rug hooking empire that I’ve nurtured from infancy, feeling proud as any mother would.
Still have rugs to hang and more product to dye but it's a start!
A few of our pattern racks...lots more to do in this room to make it cosy!
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