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It's Thursday morning, the day after the Wednesday evening hook-in at my studio. We
meet at 7:00 pm and break up anywhere after nine. Last evening we were pleased to have two visitors join the group. Most rug hookers travel with their hooking paraphernalia…like American Express, we don’t leave home without it. This time it was a daughter and her 80 year old mother. The daughter was from Truro, NS and her mother was visiting from Ottawa and the nonhooker of the two. She bought a kit though, a Celtic Knot from the Book of Kells. She said she actually saw the Book of Kells on a visit to Dublin and told us how they turn one page a day. She said the designs were breathtaking and she wanted a memory of her trip, saw the kit and was inspired.
We have a great bunch of women who gather at the studio on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of the
month. We are the only hooking group that meets in the evenings as you can hook any day of the week and twice on Sunday in this area. Because we are evening oriented we attract women who work and they are happy to have a place to socialize and share their passion. We range in age from 40ish to the oldest at 80. If traveling to beautiful Mahone Bay please come and join us!
Our group consists of about 25 women in total but we don’t all show up on the same evening as life gets in the way. We once had a man join us, a navy retiree who we felt should have seen it all so we wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing him, but when talk got around to the under-wire in a bra, he turned fifty shades of red and never returned. Our county yields a
lot of male rug hookers but most are closet crafters, not leaving the comfort of their home. I don’t know if they’re afraid it will dissolve their manliness or if a group of women are intimidating. Too bad men can’t be wooed to join us as they would bring a different perspective on the evening’s conversations. I personally would enjoy a bit of co-ed rug hooking.
I explain to people coming into the shop, who marvel that today’s men do this craft, that grandpa was hooking, knitting, tatting and indulging in all manner of crafts right alongside grandma. The nights were long and dark, nothing much else to do than wile away the hours with satisfying handiwork. It seems that tidbit gets overlooked when we’re in a rush to praise our fore-mothers with creative genius and resourcefulness. Good old grandpa’s weather worn, callused, hard working hands were just as talented. There was nothing else to do after the sun went down and the oil lamps came out. My goodness, I could never have survived without my Ott-Lite!
meet at 7:00 pm and break up anywhere after nine. Last evening we were pleased to have two visitors join the group. Most rug hookers travel with their hooking paraphernalia…like American Express, we don’t leave home without it. This time it was a daughter and her 80 year old mother. The daughter was from Truro, NS and her mother was visiting from Ottawa and the nonhooker of the two. She bought a kit though, a Celtic Knot from the Book of Kells. She said she actually saw the Book of Kells on a visit to Dublin and told us how they turn one page a day. She said the designs were breathtaking and she wanted a memory of her trip, saw the kit and was inspired.
We have a great bunch of women who gather at the studio on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of the
month. We are the only hooking group that meets in the evenings as you can hook any day of the week and twice on Sunday in this area. Because we are evening oriented we attract women who work and they are happy to have a place to socialize and share their passion. We range in age from 40ish to the oldest at 80. If traveling to beautiful Mahone Bay please come and join us!
Our group consists of about 25 women in total but we don’t all show up on the same evening as life gets in the way. We once had a man join us, a navy retiree who we felt should have seen it all so we wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing him, but when talk got around to the under-wire in a bra, he turned fifty shades of red and never returned. Our county yields a
lot of male rug hookers but most are closet crafters, not leaving the comfort of their home. I don’t know if they’re afraid it will dissolve their manliness or if a group of women are intimidating. Too bad men can’t be wooed to join us as they would bring a different perspective on the evening’s conversations. I personally would enjoy a bit of co-ed rug hooking.
I explain to people coming into the shop, who marvel that today’s men do this craft, that grandpa was hooking, knitting, tatting and indulging in all manner of crafts right alongside grandma. The nights were long and dark, nothing much else to do than wile away the hours with satisfying handiwork. It seems that tidbit gets overlooked when we’re in a rush to praise our fore-mothers with creative genius and resourcefulness. Good old grandpa’s weather worn, callused, hard working hands were just as talented. There was nothing else to do after the sun went down and the oil lamps came out. My goodness, I could never have survived without my Ott-Lite!
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