First of all, for your convenience,
we have gone back to our old shop hours of
10:00 am to 5:00 pm Monday to Saturday.
we have gone back to our old shop hours of
10:00 am to 5:00 pm Monday to Saturday.
Today, we drew and listed 8 new patterns. Five of which were derived from our popular Crocks & Jugs design. We separated the individual crocks and jugs into pillow toppers or chair pads, whatever you like. Each design is 16" x 16". These little rugs would be perfect for the antique enthusiast's home, speaking to the past when these vessels were used.
| Crocks & Jugs #2  | Crocks & Jugs #3  | Crocks & Jugs #4  |
| Crocks & Jugs #5  | Crocks & Jugs #6  |
Here are three new designs adapted from Jane Rowberry paintings. Jane's work is on display and sells at Come By Chance Antiques. We have several of these signature, whimsical dory designs made into patterns. Each pattern is 16" x 16" and make perfect pillows! Such fun!
| Santa Float  | Stopover  | Anchor's Aweigh  |
Today's blog is about something old, something new and something blue. No...this isn't wedding talk, the old is the shop still looking the same, something new is the eight patterns on our New Designs page and something blue is my mood.
I’ve been trying to spare you and not to rant about the condition of my poor, torn apart shop. In two weeks I’ve seen very little of the crew so the conditions remain the same. At this rate I should just hang rugs on the bare studs and pretend the mess away. If they work this slow, it will look like this next Christmas, when the snow starts falling and the ice damming begins all over again.
We have a major workshop scheduled for the weekend of June 21st so I guess I’ll start burning up the phone lines demanding the work be done. I’m worried I’m being put on the back burner because I’m a woman so I had hubby phone last Friday and sure enough they were out Monday testing the walls for moisture and left a man behind to finish ripping out the kitchen insulation. Next step is to spray to kill any mold and then they can begin to rebuilt. At least that’s the theory. A carpenter was in the shop with his wife today and told me a horror story that I didn’t need to hear. Apparently they are fairly good at ripping out but not great at putting things back together. Crews are working at many sites each day giving little individual attention to any particular one.
They are vague, I’ll give them that and even if they tell you what you want to hear that doesn’t mean they’ll back it up with the work. I won’t lose my cool just yet but don’t treat me like some airhead bimbo because I could manage this project, I know what needs to be done and in what order, stop with the excuses and don’t bullshit me, I didn’t fall off the renovating truck for the mere fact I was the one driving! I know how to do all of this work, use the tools and have my very own tool belt. They need to think of me as a man with breasts.....tell me the truth, back it up with progress and I’ll stay out of the way. If no one comes in by the end of Friday I’ll get on the phone and begin the complain campaign. I’ll work on the premise that the squeaky wheel gets the grease but I don’t want to go so far that they hate the sight of me and make a point to stay away. I try to see the contractors side of things…they are probably worked to death, tired and want to go back home to Ontario but, and there is always a but.....I have a business to run.
Behind this smile is a frantic shop owner, anal about the way things need to look and summer trade is already milling about, we had customers from England and Scotland today and more from Alberta, fascinated with rug hooking and I feel compelled to explain the mess but bite my tongue, hoping I’m the only one that notices it.
I’ve been trying to spare you and not to rant about the condition of my poor, torn apart shop. In two weeks I’ve seen very little of the crew so the conditions remain the same. At this rate I should just hang rugs on the bare studs and pretend the mess away. If they work this slow, it will look like this next Christmas, when the snow starts falling and the ice damming begins all over again.
We have a major workshop scheduled for the weekend of June 21st so I guess I’ll start burning up the phone lines demanding the work be done. I’m worried I’m being put on the back burner because I’m a woman so I had hubby phone last Friday and sure enough they were out Monday testing the walls for moisture and left a man behind to finish ripping out the kitchen insulation. Next step is to spray to kill any mold and then they can begin to rebuilt. At least that’s the theory. A carpenter was in the shop with his wife today and told me a horror story that I didn’t need to hear. Apparently they are fairly good at ripping out but not great at putting things back together. Crews are working at many sites each day giving little individual attention to any particular one.
They are vague, I’ll give them that and even if they tell you what you want to hear that doesn’t mean they’ll back it up with the work. I won’t lose my cool just yet but don’t treat me like some airhead bimbo because I could manage this project, I know what needs to be done and in what order, stop with the excuses and don’t bullshit me, I didn’t fall off the renovating truck for the mere fact I was the one driving! I know how to do all of this work, use the tools and have my very own tool belt. They need to think of me as a man with breasts.....tell me the truth, back it up with progress and I’ll stay out of the way. If no one comes in by the end of Friday I’ll get on the phone and begin the complain campaign. I’ll work on the premise that the squeaky wheel gets the grease but I don’t want to go so far that they hate the sight of me and make a point to stay away. I try to see the contractors side of things…they are probably worked to death, tired and want to go back home to Ontario but, and there is always a but.....I have a business to run.
Behind this smile is a frantic shop owner, anal about the way things need to look and summer trade is already milling about, we had customers from England and Scotland today and more from Alberta, fascinated with rug hooking and I feel compelled to explain the mess but bite my tongue, hoping I’m the only one that notices it.
It's difficult to see beyond the disarray. This room used to be my hook-in, classroom area. I'm trying to be optimistic but that might be a pipe dream.
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