At rug school they hold a silent auction and a live one, a fundraiser for the guild. People attending school bring items to donate and it is always a fun time. This year didn’t disappoint with Wanetta Evans as the auctioneer. As acting Treasurer, she pulled money out of our pockets like a pro, with hilarious antics. We were all in stitches, or I suppose being at rug school, in loops!
I bid on a Thirty-one tote which was perfect to lug my hooking frame around and will serve double duty to carry items to our boat. It’s made of strong vinyl and is sturdy with a metal frame that collapses nicely for storing. Mostly the items for auction are hooking related and with the shop I have everything I need so this bag was perfect for me to bid on. Once I spied it, I was determined it was going to be mine. Someone else wanted it too but there can only be one victor and I hung in till the glorious end. I paid way more than what it was worth but that’s okay, it was a charity donation and I always like to give back to rug school. The bag came filled with wool, yarn and bits and pieces of this and that for hooking, which I didn’t want so I donated it back immediately and they auctioned it off and made and extra $40.00 for the collection plate. All win, win and glorious fun.
The Guild raised around $2000.00 at that event and cheers went up by all. It was a hoot, one of the pinnacles of the week, with Wanetta at her microphone, truly it was almost a Depends moment. Really folks, rug school is way more than just rug hooking, the fun and entertainment in the evenings and people you meet, and although its cafeteria food it was delicious, I'm still thinking about that Butter Chicken the first night. Join our guild and sign up for next year when the classes are offered. It’s a week where you don’t have to cook or clean, the classes are amazing, the teachers are fabulous, the students produce incredible projects, it's like being in a candy bowl.
Throughout the week they held a silent auction where you could bid on items along the back wall, once again, things donated and mostly hooking related. Much to my excitement, someone had contributed a large coffee table, William Morris book. I’m a collector of any volumes about William Morris, I have a library in the Hook Nook filled with books on rug hooking and several on Morris, things I’ve collected since I began hooking all of 19 years ago. The books are there for anyone to peruse and enjoy.
So when I spied this book it was as good as mine. I watched the bids roll in and topped them each time. Another gal wanted it and her name was written down as much as mine but I teasingly told her I planned to take it and that she was more than welcome to come to the shop to read it there. We had a good laugh. She didn’t know I’m like a dog with a bone but she would find that out. Of course that made the joke on me even more hilarious.
So I bid on and finally just jumped a $10.00 increment to $60.00, figuring that would take all the others out of the equation and it worked, but I knew that a sniper bid could come in at the very last minute so as we waited for the auction to close I hovered around the book like a protective mother hen and was willing to take out anyone that approached. I know this sounds rather evil and I wouldn’t really have done it, but it was fun pretending and got a few laughs.
The book was beautiful and I could only imagine what lay between the covers....because I hadn’t mentioned that it was still sheathed in plastic, had never been opened or read. It was pristine for Christine. New and shiny like the day it rolled off the press. I would be the first to crack entrance to all the magic of William Morris. It was salacious!
So the book was mine. I paid my money and quickly ran to my lair; I mean my shop with the book tucked under my arm. I was almost giddy tearing off the plastic, like a Golem coveting the precious.
People were now heading to my shop so I was quickly leafing through the pages and it didn’t disappoint. It was stunning, colour plate after plate of unimaginably beautiful works of art. But then I saw a painting that wasn’t a Morris that I recognized as a Walter Crane, white horses making up a crashing wave, called The Horses of Neptune, and I looked to read the caption.
Well....I tried too. I’m not fluent in other languages because the book was entirely written in French! If I had taken the time to pick the book up and look at the back of the jacket I would have seen that it wasn't in English, like other, wiser folks told me they did. The front gave no indication.
I laughed out loud at my folly. It just goes to show that coveting is wrong, actually one of the seven deadly sins, and this was my punishment. On the flip side, I’ve read a lot of books on William Morris so I’m probably not missing much, the colour plates are all I need if I want to adapt any of them into a rug hooking pattern, and if I need help interpreting the names of his artwork, hubby can oblige. So Gail, come on by and look at the photos, unless of course you can speak French....
They say he who hesitates is lost, but it can also be said, he who jumps in without looking might get a surprise. It seems my life is always filled with amusing tales although at times things happen that are tragic, but if I wasn’t riding these ever present waves I'd be washed up on shore with nothing to write about......
I bid on a Thirty-one tote which was perfect to lug my hooking frame around and will serve double duty to carry items to our boat. It’s made of strong vinyl and is sturdy with a metal frame that collapses nicely for storing. Mostly the items for auction are hooking related and with the shop I have everything I need so this bag was perfect for me to bid on. Once I spied it, I was determined it was going to be mine. Someone else wanted it too but there can only be one victor and I hung in till the glorious end. I paid way more than what it was worth but that’s okay, it was a charity donation and I always like to give back to rug school. The bag came filled with wool, yarn and bits and pieces of this and that for hooking, which I didn’t want so I donated it back immediately and they auctioned it off and made and extra $40.00 for the collection plate. All win, win and glorious fun.
The Guild raised around $2000.00 at that event and cheers went up by all. It was a hoot, one of the pinnacles of the week, with Wanetta at her microphone, truly it was almost a Depends moment. Really folks, rug school is way more than just rug hooking, the fun and entertainment in the evenings and people you meet, and although its cafeteria food it was delicious, I'm still thinking about that Butter Chicken the first night. Join our guild and sign up for next year when the classes are offered. It’s a week where you don’t have to cook or clean, the classes are amazing, the teachers are fabulous, the students produce incredible projects, it's like being in a candy bowl.
Throughout the week they held a silent auction where you could bid on items along the back wall, once again, things donated and mostly hooking related. Much to my excitement, someone had contributed a large coffee table, William Morris book. I’m a collector of any volumes about William Morris, I have a library in the Hook Nook filled with books on rug hooking and several on Morris, things I’ve collected since I began hooking all of 19 years ago. The books are there for anyone to peruse and enjoy.
So when I spied this book it was as good as mine. I watched the bids roll in and topped them each time. Another gal wanted it and her name was written down as much as mine but I teasingly told her I planned to take it and that she was more than welcome to come to the shop to read it there. We had a good laugh. She didn’t know I’m like a dog with a bone but she would find that out. Of course that made the joke on me even more hilarious.
So I bid on and finally just jumped a $10.00 increment to $60.00, figuring that would take all the others out of the equation and it worked, but I knew that a sniper bid could come in at the very last minute so as we waited for the auction to close I hovered around the book like a protective mother hen and was willing to take out anyone that approached. I know this sounds rather evil and I wouldn’t really have done it, but it was fun pretending and got a few laughs.
The book was beautiful and I could only imagine what lay between the covers....because I hadn’t mentioned that it was still sheathed in plastic, had never been opened or read. It was pristine for Christine. New and shiny like the day it rolled off the press. I would be the first to crack entrance to all the magic of William Morris. It was salacious!
So the book was mine. I paid my money and quickly ran to my lair; I mean my shop with the book tucked under my arm. I was almost giddy tearing off the plastic, like a Golem coveting the precious.
People were now heading to my shop so I was quickly leafing through the pages and it didn’t disappoint. It was stunning, colour plate after plate of unimaginably beautiful works of art. But then I saw a painting that wasn’t a Morris that I recognized as a Walter Crane, white horses making up a crashing wave, called The Horses of Neptune, and I looked to read the caption.
Well....I tried too. I’m not fluent in other languages because the book was entirely written in French! If I had taken the time to pick the book up and look at the back of the jacket I would have seen that it wasn't in English, like other, wiser folks told me they did. The front gave no indication.
I laughed out loud at my folly. It just goes to show that coveting is wrong, actually one of the seven deadly sins, and this was my punishment. On the flip side, I’ve read a lot of books on William Morris so I’m probably not missing much, the colour plates are all I need if I want to adapt any of them into a rug hooking pattern, and if I need help interpreting the names of his artwork, hubby can oblige. So Gail, come on by and look at the photos, unless of course you can speak French....
They say he who hesitates is lost, but it can also be said, he who jumps in without looking might get a surprise. It seems my life is always filled with amusing tales although at times things happen that are tragic, but if I wasn’t riding these ever present waves I'd be washed up on shore with nothing to write about......
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