Now onto what I did yesterday. I drew out rugs. I drew rugs until I ran out of backing and red dot tracer. I feel like a very rich miser counting my money today. When Kessie was here in July, I would tell and show her what I wanted and she would draw it for me. I love the way she draws and all of her designs make me happy. She is coming home in March for a week, so I need to get more ideas for rugs for her to draw.
Here are what I drew out.
|Adapted from Laurel Burch cats|
|I have this statue above my kitchen sink|
|This is from a weather vane. I like her because she isn't a skinny mermaid.|
|This is my Nantucket Sleigh Ride rug, I was reading a journal of a sea captain that hunted whales.|
|I did draw this one myself.|
|These are the other rugs I have drawn out, I have nine rugs to hook now.|
|This one is all bound and steamed.|
|Same for this one.|
|This one is on my frame.|
It was from one of her little booklets. I am in love with her primitive designs. Someone asked me how many rugs I had done. I didn't have a clue, nor could I remember when I started hooking rugs. I have finished 42 rugs now, and I started hooking rugs in the summer of 2011. That surprised me. One that I had hooked that many, and two that it was only 2011 when I started.
Okay, after a whole post of shameful self promotion I will stop here. I hope your weekend is a lovely one.
No rain here yet. Just clouds. It seems the cone of silence has settled in.
Have a lovely day,
that our Father loves us. Our praying is not some kind of internal dialogue or an exercise in futility.
God is listening."
(Be Still My Soul, p.112)