My, how things change.
Hooking has become a group activity.
Before the advent of the kittens, I was a hooker through and through. I did some punch needle, but my true love was wool.
…the whisper of wool against linen, it seems that those single stitches, those tiny seeds, will never amount to anything.
But, like gardens and hooked rugs, like friendships, the more time one gives to a thing, the more that thing will grow.
So, this is where you’ll find me, nearly every weekend. Cultivating my long neglected rugs…
…and keeping good friends near and dear.
May you always find the time to give the time to the things you love!