A Letter about Skies and Water

 Invented Landscape

Inspired by a photo

"When you hook a piece that have water and sky, do you hook the sky first because the water reflects the sky? Where on your welcome mat do I find information on how you've hooked some of your pieces??    Looking forward to hearing from you Wanda.

I love to hook landscapes. After much frustration in my earlier hooking I now like to rely on visual aides. 

My imagination is either too broad or too fine to make up the details or vaguaries that Mother Nature supplies us on a daily basis. Neither upon seeing these wonders does my brain allow for remembrance of important key factors of specific reflection details and colour notes. Like was that a warm yellow or a cool one? Was it warm at the top and cool at the bottom? Was the reflection brighter, lighter, duller? 

So I use a visual aid and it doesn't matter one whit where I start or finish, I'm just plugging the right colours into the shapes that exist, and while doing that a sense a accuracy develops and leaves the viewer feeling, "that looks right" 

I use dozens of variations of my key colours. For instance if I need pink, I will have one warm, cool, bright, dull and in a whatever of values are needed.

So I don't pay any head to rules, like always have a straight horizon, the sun reflects in a triangle on water, make your horizon line darker or light or have the water reflect the sky at all, the sky is alwayslighter, brighter whatever.... 

I've seen a thousand examples of those common wisdoms being thumbed at by Mother Nature.

I just put in what I see. I don't try to say anything by implication just lay down what I see where I see it.

An imagined landscape is one that looks invented, it might not look true nor have depth due to my lacks.

Inspired by a photo

Invented

Oh I also don't give a fig for direction of my hooking.

I might hook every way while doing either sky or water depending on what's transpiring weather wise.

I hope this helps you out Linda.

PS To find out exactly how I hook some things you can go to Free Online Classroom, or join a class when I give them. I have some lessons in I'm a new Hooker, and I frequently chronicle my rugging in Works in Progress.

A new gentleman caller

Yes, after yesterday's little episode I thought I might play the field.

Here is what my new dreamboat said in my ear last night:

"Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else." 

— Leonardo da Vinci

"It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things." 

— Leonardo da Vinci

He seems more my type... for now. Here is what I made him for dinner.

A Southwestern Ontario Salad

sweet tomatoes

romaine

green pepper 

sweet onion

cilantro

cheddar

1 cob of corn with kernals removed for salad

7 crumbled tortillas ( lime and habanero)

Dressing

4tbsp ranch dressing

4 tbsp tzatiki

1tbsp lime juice

3 tbsp salsa

It was humdinger time, wow it was good. I like to go all out on first dates.

Then we followed it with a pepper bacon and tomato sandwich on spelt and sunflower bread. These stupendous tomatoes were grown by my friends Erin Gundy and Peter Allemang. They made our eyes roll back in our heads. You cannot imagine. The best I've ever had, bar none.

And while Leo wasn't looking I found this in his pocket.

I think he's working for Mercedes Benz now.

 Click it to make it bigger!

Seems he liked my cats too.

New Twist on Creativity

Just look at all these leftovers from my recent hookings, what a splendid bunch of unclaimed happiness.

Do they make you want to get all juicy and creative? Me too.

wait a minute... 

Listen to what my dastard of a boyfriend just said....

"The secret of creativity is knowing how to hide your sources." ~ Albert Einstein ~

Makes you rethink some one saying "aren't you creative" as complimentary.

 "Aren't you a thieving conniver?"

Sometimes having a boyfriend can really be a pain.

Oh do you miss me doing "let's look a this"

I'm doing it on the Welcome Mat now 

in my new Editorial section.

Join us if you want, you can try it out if you never have before for one month without charge.

Look to the right for the icon to join.

Did I tell you about the new colour lab too?

There are is lots of revitalization taking place at The Mat, it is wonderful to be so blessed with so many dedicated subscribers. Makes up for my boyfriend.

Dyeing/Hooking Faces/ Suzannitza

I'm spending some time today getting new dye colours ready for publication on The Welcome Mat. I'm starting a column there somewhat like I write for RHM but with special bonuses and more in depth conversation about the methods or formulas. The best thing is, you can ask me questions and I'm right there.
This month's column is September Skies and they are all lovely. You can see some of them pictured here. I'll be posting two colours a week for 5 weeks with this particular theme and then we will move onto the next one.
It is so much fun to dye when it is cool outside.
For even more fun and exercise I'm making pro chem dye colours out of majic carpet dyes, but only as the spirit moves me. I will not be making a book on this. Just in case you wondered. See Tiger Lilly, named Cheryll Lilly to the right.
I love doing that kind of eyeball detective work. It is good to try to stump yourself this way to keep your chops up. I just wish this kind of work would keep my cheek sag up too.



Yesterday I pulled out a rug I'd started a LONG TIME AGO, ok I started it about 3 years ago.
That's a long time to me.
Unfortunately I had to put it away mid face. duhhhhh.
I do not recommend that.
I've spent a few hours now just looking at where to jump back in.
I know from experience I'll just have to put something in to know what to take out. And I also know my method of hooking faces has developed from what I was doing back then. So it feels really weird but I ready to jump in I think.





Yesterday Man started back to school with the rest of the working men and women who educate our young. I thought I would fix something special for dinner.
I made a white pizza inspired by Claude and Suzanne, wonderful visitors we had a few weeks ago.
Claude was, as always, the wonderful entertainment and Suzanne whom we just met was our chef and hostess.
Yes, you read right. Suzanne said why don't I make the meals? I said Wonderful. I didn't know her but she is Claude's and that is a ticket to ride for any person here.
I was not raised stupid. If somebody says I'll cook, say yes!!!
Suzanne made ont one but two amazing feasts for us. The hidden blessing? While I was in high and hard hookdom we grazed off her labour for 3 days. That was a big deal to me. And it was so good to have that break from my rugs with great conversation to see things with fresh eyes.

So back to what to make man:

Suzanne had made a white pizza but I couldn't remember exactly what to put on it. But her's included dates and chicken and I cannot tell you how amazing that was!!!!
Here is what I did.
 Made the pizza dough as usual.
spread a very thin coating of olive oil on it
poured over 1/3 cup of apple butter bbq sauce
chunks of bbq chicken the grocery stores have
artichoke hearts
precooked onion slices, thickly sliced mushrooms and zucchini in a thin layer with balsamic vinegar on them
fresh dates that were quartered
pizza was sprinkled lightly with real parmesan

Yes is all I can say. Yes indeedy. It was past good. Not as good as Suzanne's but mighty fine in a pinch.
 I call it the Suzannitza. Even pictured stone cold straight from a sleepover in the fridge it still looks delicious.

Loretta would approve of my new word I believe.

well, well ,well

I'm off to the hair dresser today ( not a moment too soon I'd say) and as I was getting ready look what I found on my dresser where I looked dozens of times. Oh for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.

Choice of finger posed is for demonstration purposes only. Go ahead try this at home.

Thimbleless and Galore

I'm luckier than ducks to have a wonderful friend, Loretta, who is wildly creative plus inventive who makes up the best words, as well as millions of other amazing things she creates. Here is one she made up today:

wanderesque

And I'm not just saying that because it has my name in it. Really I'm not.

We are still defining it  but I think one of the meanings needs to be EXCESS beyond call.

Here's why.

You know I was hinting about a thimble in my last pointless blog post?

I would have killed to have this collection in my house about this time last week...

Look at them all!!

I think my skin, my real skin not my metaphorical skin is getting thin. My real skin seems to be less thick than it used to be. I can still pick up frying bacon and flip over french toast bare handed and stop the rain from falling but sharp things really get dug in without effort. It's like the sharp things are thinking, let's make a hole there and I don't even need to pick them up.

Someday I'll tell you about my gripperstrippedforearms, yup that's all one word.

Ok....As I was finishing my rug(s) ( OH MY GUARD DOG I HATE FINISHING RUGS, have I ever said that before?) I began a rhythmic habit of puncturing the edge of my swear finger with the eye of the needle about every 50 stitches or so. I couldn't or didn't stop sewing though, I had to keep on keeping on and on and on. Deadlines and all that.

Consequently I had two crevasses in my finger and I eventually joined them together the next day for a 1/2 long slice.

THROB - STING - BURN - Think Fred Flintstone hits one of his three fingers at the quarry.

Desperate searches for one of my two thimbles. And again. And yet again to no avail.

No luck for me.

Off to a wonderful quilting store Mother's  just a few blocks away.

Man swept me there in his white stallion, Forester, just so I could keep sewing those few minutes.

Only one thimble there. It was thin rubber with a metal cap.

It was about 14.00 after tax.

You can run see it here if you want to.

Nothing but the best for the customer's at Mother's and I'm so glad to be one of them.

I thought I might end up puncturing it in three seconds flat, but the tightness of it soothed my 

Madame Swearfinger so much it was worth it any price, my blessed only thimble for sale in the whole dang town.

I was very careful to only use the metal tip and did not puncture it.

BUT I'm a retro kind of girl I want a metal thimble, I also never want to be thimbleless again. Not ever. I want a thimble for every occasion and room and drawer and not those fancy pants ones, the prom dresses of the thimble world, no siree I want a workhorse.

I hopped rolled Etsy today and got not 1, 2, 3 or 4 thimbles but a total of about 10 winging their way to me as I type.

wanderesque:

to crave and exceed more than what is possibly necessary

Oh and now ehow tells me I can make a paper one OY!

Do you thimble?

When a hooker needs a corner

Last week as I hooked hard ( you know I was in hooker heaven right?) I hooked up to edges but not over. I constrained my usual proclivities to pack, pack and pack some more ( you know I do this with suitcases and drawers too? Interesting...)

But still I had a problem when it came time to sew on my piping.

Oh can I take an aside?

Man and I wanted to make a video of me sewing on this piping but even though I did sew on piping for over 6 hours in two days we did not do it. I suspect we were brain dead by then or suffering the effects of starvation. The cats were forced to lick my ankles for sustenance.

Shortly I'm going to be finishing another rug ( don't worry dear readers I did not pull this one from thin air as others .... it is an older one waiting in a queue of patient rugs who want finished) so we will try to make the video then.

Now back to corners.

You know it is futile to make a square corner right? At least that's how I feel and I don't even try to make it square with a erect point at the apex. I'm not too sharp myself and feel no compunction with presenting the rounded corner. If that's all people are looking at or for I've missed the boat and how with the rug's insides. Want to insult me? All you need to say is nice corners.... Don't tell man as I've kept this soft spot from him for over 30 years.

A girl must have secrets, at least Helen Gurley Brown says so, which brings me back to hookers on corners.

I sewed my piping binding on and stumbled to bed tired, tired, tired but happy to have one down one to go.

When I got up the next morning I saw the rug edge on the left hand side was like Alfred Hitchcock's outline. Even though I did not pack I did have certain parts of my rugs that were hooked in one direction and then suddenly the direction changed like my Peace by Water trees.

And this created a bump out much like you see below.

I called for the doctor, I called for the nurse said oh my freaking fubar cafoodling. Then I called for Straight Man, my resident framer. He put me on the straight and wide.

I had to buy a framing square. We have three but they were suffering from dark tarry residue.

So now I have my very own. Here is it's photo: I love it like my children.

It doesn't talk back. But it will sever your toe if you are careless. Same as children or lawnmowers.

I had to do some plucking as I call it, drawing a straight line right over my loops with a sharpie and cutting off the tops of those loops out of line and then plucking out what doesn't belong.

A cull of sorts.

The most lucky stroke of all ? The Hitchcock was right at my seam join. Somebody loves me dearly....

On my Laughter by Water, newly christened Loon by Water I had a concavity.

Why did I not think to fit them together and call them a puzzle?

Of course I'm older now and I know better, it is just this type of wisdom that make an artist famous or committed to an asylum, I believe this is the outcome. I've really missed out.

I also had to buy a thimble but that's another pointless blog story ( there are so many) for another day!

There they are. Sent away yesterday. Bon Voyage!

Signed Sealed Delivered

I'm all done my portrait. I'm sorry about the dim photo, it is night and that's the best we could do.... In real life this rug sparkles like a diamond, I don't know how or why.

I'll take a daylight photo of all the rugs tomorrow so I have a record of them.

Back to being done:

When I say I'm done that means I won't ever touch it again to fix anything.

When I'm done I'm really done.

Like for instance if Birdee decides to be a rug ripper and pulls all my teef out, I'd have to say I was in a bar room brawl just before the photo was taken.

Or if a rat chews my hat I'll just have to cut a hole in my hat.

If a flood stains one whole half of my face I'll say I had a birthmark then.

If I never see it again I'll say... what rug?

Do you want to see this rug and many other marvy rugs in person?

Maybe you could go to the exhibit.

Exhibit Title: Mary Anne Wise & Friends: the art of the hooked rug.

Dates: Sept 23 - Nov 18, 2011

Location: The Anderson Center, Red Wing, MN. www.andersoncenter.org

Hook-in: Sept 23, 1 - 5:30 (dinner available on site for $10. Reservations to Mary Logue: marylogue@comcast.net)

I hope there will be a youtube video and I'll let you know when I find out.

I'm very happy to say ( singing the theme to Rocky ) that I am all done my rugs for this show on the date I aimed for.

This Peace by Water weighs 4.5 lbs.

All that remains is the packing up and the posting to take place tomorrow. Man and I did a little dumpster diving and we were graced with the perfect box.

I wonder how much the shipping will be? I bet between $60 and $100

I must be crazy.

It also appears I might be deranged by looking at my studio.

Chaos reigns.

Here is hooker's little helper Birdee... she was so devoted during the great hookathon of August 2011, she spent every minute I was in the studio with me.... or was she devoted to Heaven's to Betsy Wool and that lovely basket Joanne gave me ? Hard to tell....

May you sleep as peacefully as she.

Whew, I'm almost done this portrait

Man made me swear a holy oath not to touch my teefs today. I did carve one tooth out so it was more pointed and now these teeth look like mine. But I didn't rip out and I didn't rehook.

That's saying something.

I fixed my chin by moving the dark over one row, took out a bright warm and added in a dull darker warm. I fixed the right hand corner of my mouth. I added the ice, which is higher on one side than the other on purpose, the open water, the escarpment and now I'm dyeing for the sky. I have a colour I'm heading for laying a the top of the rug. Once again I thank my stars I'm able to dye or I'd be ready to spit about now.

I bet you are all very happy you will not have to hear the travails of my teeth any longer and would love a change of topic.

So here is a little something about my hair. Just for a change, good as a rest they say...

Last week I went to the hair dresser, oh I think it was the week before, anyway she was doing the "do" after the cut. All the sudden I see this weird white powder in her hands and she throws it onto my hair, scrunches it and it stays up.

My hair is a bit like those killer whales you see at Sea World, it has it's routine and it sticks to it and yes it does leaps and dives too but not like this.

I could not believe how it sat up and took notice of the strange substance.

I've heard how "invigorated " people feel if they indulge in Snow- if you get my drift and this powder had sort of a strange consistency, likes to be air borne, kinda got up in your nose if you weren't careful. And my hair had LIFT OFF without any other help.

I had to ask .... what's that?

And now I know you will want some too. Even if it is illegal and banned in 7 countries, and you could get arrested or die.

SUDZZ makes it. ( sure)

It is called Design Powder. ( yah right) 1/4 oz for $20

This is gonna be an expensive hobby.

Oh yes Amazon sells it and it smells like all the best candy from your childhood rolled into one.

What is this world coming to?

I got blisters on my fingers but I'm finally satisfied

Yes, No more touching my mouth.

I'm all about water and land now.

I bet you feel happy, no more false teeth or misfits.

Fixes and Bucky's

My coat is making me a little crazy tonight but at least it is distracting me from my teeth which I spent TWO HOURS on today..... I'm practically a dentist.

I might have to do a couple of things lessening or deepening values in certain spots on my coat. But I declare now is the time for Old Grandad Potato Chips.

Tomorrow is another day.

A good hint:

I like to take photos of my work and print them out to troubleshoot problem areas, it allowed me to do lots of fixes today.

Right eyebrow,

Two too bright spots

One not showing up enough

Getting rid of my five o clock shadow... what a Godsend that was.

and the dreaded you know whats

My teeth... you do know if my hair was showing much I'd be totally obsessing about it but in lieu, may I introduce my teeth?

I have hooked my teeth with such a powerful amount of material they are actually physically convex.

Thank goodness for my Black and Decker Orthodontist Iron!!

Hmm- it's late and I'm tired but my coat is almost on

Added some slightly darker wool to my 5:00 shadow jaw line and I don't like it, it takes away from the strong sun lit effect and makes my ear look weird now that I have my scarf on. It doesn't look natural. The sun has essentially bleached out all shape to that section of my face.

I'll try it the way it was before with the scarf and see where I am.

NEWS BULLETIN

Oh Man tells me to leave it, you know I ain't that kind, if I no like it .... well then it be done. Maybe I will use a less dull colour and warm it up too. Keep tuned in.

Note to self:

Things to change-

missing my all important telephone pole crevasses between my eyes

a small section of my crooked tooth - it needs to be grayer on the lower left hand corner.

my lips are pretty nebulous too, no vermillion line

my underwear

Man's eye glass prescription

my attitude

Dental Surgery Via Wool

Teef Recovery Group Joined and kool aid swallowed.

Teefs

I'm still working on my lower lip, it looks like I'm biting it and I promise I wasn't.

Teeth are in and are not false but I'm ashamed to say they were grey, purple yellow and peach eeeeeewwwwwwwww!

Here is the state of the studio... not too bad... going off there now to fix my lip.

Filling in an odd shapes with loops Part 2

Still Hooking Hard

I'm hard at it - see some ripping to do on the left, because no eye shows it is hard to get things as they should be. Inherence always a tricky game, you don't want to start an ugly rumour but you have to let your viewer know the info you are alluding to.

I think I better add in some of my hat first so I can read my darks properly before I rip.

If By Water- Laughter

Well on my way, the bags under my right eye gave me a big pain but I got it ! I

learned August has an extra day, well one more than I reckoned though I do know the 30

days hath September, April, June and November, all the rest have 31 rhyme but I just wasn't thinking! I was looking and hooking!

All the better to get rugs finished.

A Teeny Tiny LIttle Hint About Flesh

Donated colour makes good flesh!

Almost Done

Just have to fill in holes in my tree chorus line. Maybe lighten the top yellow patch, it is the right bright but too dark. One down, one to go!

Value Change

Peace by Water with a smidge darker sky as to allow the revelation of the near and almost departed sun.

The Sky Appears

Here is my rug as it stands today, or should I say lays... the colours are more true to real life now as I took the photo outside and not inside, after dark, in a dull corner of my studio.

At this stage of a rug I start letting what the rug wants/needs dictate to me rather than the photo.

I'm learning TONS about saturation, TONS. And here I thought this would be a cakewalk, I long for a straight forward realistic portrait.

Daughter of Darkness

LOL! You know I really love working in the dark... it thrills me like nothing else!

Here I am sailing right along ( that was punny) with Peace by Water.

I must go now but ponder this. God makes a beautiful river as seen above. Why must he see fit to have me grow a moustache with hairs that curl up and then stick straight out? The presence of evil is easier to understand. Don't hurt yourself thinking about this. I caution you because this very thought is what took my boyfriend from this world to the next. e=mc2 my foot. Be careful.

Here is what he has to say about his own moustache, mine is pitiful by comparison, but is it a sign of genius?

Moustaches Make A Difference

I should be....

Right this minute I should be catching up on my email. There is lots of wonderful things to respond to and some just rote but I gotta do it and sometime today.

Instead I'm obsessed with my rug. I'm having to hook at night quite a bit, and when I'm done hooking I think: that patch ain't right. But it's not the patch I'm working on. It is the patch acres below where I'm working.

Well, here is the strange phenom that is transpiring (oh and that's not the only one, more later) every colour I put in creates a new frisson in the other colours present. All was well until dulled down to within an inch of their lifes (yes that's a word), I inserted my yellows. There were two I used, one containing only slightly more yellow than the other.

And of course what should happen?

Yes predictably my lavender started acting like an ass and misbehaving. Looking both dark and unco-operative.

So now all I can think about is what to put in it's place.

I'm too afraid to go down and look.

Really I'm terrified.

If it was sunny today I'd throw that rug out in the way back of my Outback and let the sun do the soothing to that lavender.

Brief interruption to our regular programming...

I taught a clever and artistic woman to hook yesterday and she was coming in today to have her am I doing it right session. She is so smart and a real self starter.

Here is what she hooked.

Right away she knew something wasn't right about the dark middle but we quickly talked about it and I'm sure it will be perfect in no time. It needs to be lightened up to let the tree trunk come to the foreground. Well done Heather!

This session meant I had to go down and look at my rug whether I wanted to or not. When I took a photo it didn't look so strange, perhaps it is the green section which needs to show up to the party more, by being lighter, no worries I'll get it sorted out. But I don't think I can until I enter into the big bad world of dark for the tree area across the river.

BTW I was talking to Mary Anne the other day and I suggested she take a video of the show this rug is for and put it on youtube for us all to see if we can't make it to Red Wing. If it happens I'll link it in my blog.

Here is the info about the show again:

Exhibit Title: Mary Anne Wise & Friends: the art of the hooked rug.

Dates: Sept 23 - Nov 18, 2011

Location: The Anderson Center, Red Wing, MN. www.andersoncenter.org

Hook-in: Sept 23, 1 - 5:30 (dinner available on site for $10. Reservations to Mary Logue: marylogue@comcast.net)

Strange Event #2

I started a new audio book last night.

Very good, about women in earlyish 1800s, the seaside and rocks. Tracy Chevalier- Remarkable Creatures.

I'm usually running through a paperback at the same time and I finished my current one last night just before going to sleep.

I picked up my new start paperback this morning due to not going on a walk, taking a day off because my ankle and heel was giving me hell all day long and still hurt in the morning.

REST DAY!

Which means reading in bed in the early morning!!!

Two new book starts in 12 hours, good for anybody right?

Now I can usually keep these two book streams fairly separated.

I listen to books when I go walking, hook and sometimes when I cook.

I read books when I'm tired, sleepy, bored or can't put it down.

Two completely different funny bones being tickled there.

I pick up my book titled Curiosities by Joan Taylor.

hmmm another book with a character Mary, read read read, hmmmm she also collects fossils and sells them... readreadreadreadread, her father has the same name as the other Mary's father.... oh I must have read this last night and cross pollinated the reading /listening continuum. But wait, last night I heard about the Misses Philpot. Mary's father made them a cabinet for their curies.

Before my mind collapsed on itself I quickly surmised these were two distinct books on the self same true events taking place in Lyme Regis.

Still I think for my own sanity I best start another paperback.

Thoughtfully Penguin provides a reading guide for the Chevalier book, you can see it here.

Okay, now I'm just plain procrastinating.

Have a wonderful day!

A sweet ache

These are not my hands, mine stay perfectly clean while making pizza dough, perfectly.

Tonight I'm making pizza. I was influenced by Food Network Magazine which is showcasing pizzas from every state.

It is a cool weather food in our house and I haven't made it in awhile.

As I was kneading my dough I notice an uncharacteristic ache in the muscles of my hands and a few knuckles I don't usually feel and know it is the results doing what I love.

Spent the afternoon hooking and I think I'm about half done my rug.

Everyday I'm upstairs dulling down even more light wool to knock out the brightness, it looks so bad in the pan but good in the rug.

It is ugly in the cradle but pretty at the table.

I can't believe what an impact the dark foreground has on my relative brightness, astounding.

Picture of rug coming soon, it is almost over it's birth pangs or should I say fangs?

Night And Day

Here is a portion of a rug titled My Giant Arse Rug.

It depicts both the night sky and the day sky at once.

Notice the wormy application of dissenting blues.

Caused by exposure to light, some were dyed over blue and kept their colour better, others over natural did not fair so well. What were we thinking?

And now your the real show begins:

Night time is not the right time at least tonight isn't working out too well for getting hooking done.

All my working life I've been self employed. This involves some fierce motivation.

For me that requires a basic system or a routine.

It has been thus: work in house and family things in the morning, business in the afternoon.

But since I started The Welcome Mat I find I like to work better on the computer when the old brain is fresh than wait until the afternoon. I have a brief respite in the evening of intelligence too, that is good for recognizing man when he comes in. The afternoon is taken up with errands if there are any, things I didn't get out done in the morning, like hanging out laundry and if I'm lucky a bit of hooking or dyeing for myself.

So my life long routine is completely cattywhangdoodle out the window.

And I'm hooking in the night and that ain't right once Man starts back educating outdoors in September we will be separated by the glass wall of the studio during the few hours we can spend together and it be dark too now when I draw hook to wool over linen. Not good.

New Lifetime Program

walk

eat

hook

eat

compute

eat.

I can tell you I'm never going to be able to leave my computing until that late, I only like to have 12 email in my box at any given time. And sometimes the news that comes down the pike isn't always peaceful. Not good last thing before bed. This is a FAIL.

Revised New Trial Program

walk

eat

compute

eat

hook

eat

hook

compute

sleep

Ok, this seems more humane as it includes sleep and it is closer to what is going on but with the added benefit of an extra hook.

I'll let you know how it goes.

If By Water- Baptism in Dye

My new project required some hot water and dye commitment from me yesterday. The time I had set aside to hook got used at the stove instead. Consequently I ended up hooking until 10pm. That meant of course I couldn't get to sleep because I was listening to the series on Alexia Tarabotti Book Three and heavens! shut the story off just as a needle was felt in her neck at the Italian Border.

Prior to my dyeing session I was just wimping along try to make this and that work but the real thing you should take away from this cautionary tale is, you can get away with fudging in temperature and saturation on one section or even two in a rug but you cannot get away with it when you are building an atmosphere and every piece of wool you choose is to the right or left of correct. BAH! Why I be so dumb? HUH?

I ripped out and rather than start from scratch I redyed the cut strips. Why through hem in a pile when they can be put to use for darker or brighter colours, you can even make them duller.

I love dyeing already dyed things to try to get them closer to my ideal. It is so much fun to punch the colour out or up or make them warmer or cooler. Sometimes you think nothing happened but affixing a clothes pin to one end will reveal all when you are done.

Two things you can note also, you can redye cut strips from a section of your rug and even dry them in the dryer ( #12 cut, no tangling) but be aware they will shrink slightly and will not fill up the space in the same way.

I dyed many uncut pieces of wool as well and was off to the races when I did sit down with The Parasol Protectorate.

It's movie date today, not sure what it will be but I gotta run as I'm already behind on my schedule and the requires getting off my behind!

Pictures of If By Water Rug 2 coming soon...

Welcome Home Baby Girl

After 6 years of travelling about my Memories of Mother Rug has arrived home.

It is an ovum newly released from the ovary and starting its journey along the fallopian tube.

What can I say? I've got a long memory!

It's so interesting to get rugs back you've sent away, they are like little time capsules, what colours, your style of dyeing... your loops and all pristine as the day you steamed them due to the lack of exposure to light. Now your real days will start baby girl, I hear the tick tock of Father Time already.

And of course Birdee staked her claim moments after it arrived and she's barely been off it since. Just adds some "drama in real life" to Baby Girl. Her proper name is "Going Down The Tubes"

Passed Out From Happiness

Birdee is in LOVE with my new spot dyes for the RHM J/F Issue!

What do you think she is dreaming of?

Here are all the pretty maids in a row!

Do I have to?

This makes me exhausted.

We think too much.

Here's to doing!!!

I'm off to hook dull lavender water, not drink it, wear it or smell it my friends I'm gonna hook it.

See all those action words?

Yeah.

My Novel on Why I'm taking Time Off

This photo is titled "Woman with a heavy load" Need I say more? LOL!!!!

I've recently heard people are conjecturing quite a bit on why Woolgathering is cancelled and unrelatedly, why I'm taking the summer off from having weekly hook-ins.

I want to reassure you I'm the same body and soul as I've always been and despite what you've heard about pressures I might have been undergoing, I'm great. As a matter of fact I'm better than ever.

Martin is now a teacher at The Outdoor Education Center and has the summer off. We've been having a great time.

During the last few months of the school year I was running two online classes with over 50 students that required daily attention and suddenly, but very happily our daughter was getting married, (and no I'm not going to be anyone's gramma soon). She met her heart mate and neither saw any need to wait. She gets that honestly enough because I was engaged for 20 days, at least she waited two months.

There was a lot of stuff to undertake just with my classes and I found myself not being my usual competent, happy self and stretched hard in all directions.

Unfortunately this did not make me thin.

We decided I needed some time off. I had not stopped hook-in for over 7 years except for occasions when I would go away to teach.

I have not been able to hook seriously and with a passion for a long time. This is not good. I'm a hooker! I gotta hook!

So I'm doing the thing I love this summer and it has restored me tremendously.

Now onto Woolgathering.

Long ago I accepted an opportunity to be part of a art gallery show in Wisconsin where I would develop a series of rugs around an idea. I'm writing about this on my blog and you can read about it there. http://wandaworksinwiarton.blogspot.com/

The announced due date for that show falls just before Woolgathering.

I'm also part of the Artists Around the Sound Tour as a special guest this Thanksgiving. I hope this will bring our craft to the attention of more people.

I have an online magazine that requires daily attention, a blog, an etsy store, as well as two online teaching studios and writing my articles for Rug Hooking each issue.

I can only do so many things at once and I want one of those things to be hooking.

I apologize to you if you are disappointed that Woolgathering is cancelled.

I'm not unable to leave my house because of agoraphobia, I'm not sick, sad, or divorced, nor befallen any other calamity. I'm not running away with my handsome Argentian gaucho or preparing to start a country and western band. Neither spinning nor embellishing nor painting have overcome me and caused me to turm away from hooking.

I'm hale and happy and doing what I'm meant to.

I hope you find yourself as blessed. Now if I could only get my garden straightened out, life would be most excellent.

I'd love to hear back from you if you have any comments or questions, please feel free to print this out and share with those you want to.

Happy Hooking, Wanda

Look What Mrs. McCallum Made

Here is Mrs. McCallum

And here is the amazing reading map she made for the book On Beauty. I'd pay for this kind of thoughtful book tapestry.

How about you?

New Rug/Hair do/ Just when I think I can't be surprised

Today upon the suggestion of a friend I cut my hair. I often cut my hair. No one can tell OR they are too polite to say your hair looks like a haystack that rats chewed.

I have to say Paula Deen be gone now.

Even though Mrs. McCallum's birthday is this week-end and she is coming home and it is her fondest wish.... I did it anyway.

And yes I'm wearing clothes, just not that you can see and upon looking at this picture I can see Paula is kinda coming out there on the right. Man asked how I did that, hair cut he means, not channeling Paula Deen and I told him I just stick in and start twisting and cutting. It seems like a good way to do everything and frankly that's how I hook too.

My new rug:

My new rug is coming along loverly. I can't show it to you right now because only me and maybe the keeper of the Cadbury secret could tell what it was. As soon as it is more cohesive I'll be showing you.

One thing I don't do while hooking my rugs is get all the stuff I need out for the whole shebang. I also use tons of different things to create one. So that's why there is no close to black wool of any colour left in this house and I do believe I'll be dyeing some more.

Speaking of dyeing... finally the day came when I have an article due. So today I dyed 15 spot dyes. In the oven. It was 29˚C, humidex ... bleventy bleven. Number of trips to an inferno- 1

I got it done though and they are all lovely though only 12 will be for RHM, the rest are for the sharing on the Welcome Mat.

Now it is time for me to tell you about my secret hobby. I'm collecting rumours about myself.

The first rule is I must find them out coincidentally. I can't go looking nor can I ask, nor listen to those who only want to tell me these rumours because frankly what people think or say about me is none of my business.

Rule #2 There are no other rules.

Here is the latest from the ministry of misinformation.

"Wanda is so sick she can't even leave her own house"

How interesting. I guess they've got more info than me on the subject, but I do seem to find myself surrounded by other scenery than my 4 walls on a daily basis. Today I actually thought I walked 7K around the concession, was at the movies, I imagined the whole plot of something called Cowboys and Aliens and I thought it was good even though Daniel Craig is too skinny. I went to Walmart, I went to the Source. I saw 7 egrets on the way home.

I ate the groceries I got at Walmart for supper, I can still feel them in my belly.

I must be totally freaking effed up, way past sick right onto crazy.

The legend grows. All comments are welcome of course. I relish them.