There I was, innocently planning another day trip or two, looking up interesting places to visit and then checking for surrounding shops that might have yarn I like or fabric I'd sew because I don't care how picturesque a place is, I have to feed the procrastinations daily, and -
My trusty search engine turned up a shop that specializes in rug-hooking.
(not this particular shop, but another that has moderately less enticing photographs.)
Honestly. In about 3 seconds I went from not remotely interested in rug-hooking to 120% enthusiasm. Like I need another distraction from getting back to writing in 4 short weeks, which is how long it will take me to get the current distractions finished and off my mind.
As the adrenaline surged, I found myself thinking this would be a perfect way - with nothing more than the purchase of a $3 hook and maybe some burlap - to use up both fabric and yarn I'm not likely to do anything with. How virtuous. How could I say no?
How to say no: read the instructions. Completely damped down the flames.
A narrow escape... except that as I wrote this, I remembered all those T shirts that got holes
or shrunk
or stretched
and would make a super soft rug if I cut them into strips...
1 comment:
I won a hooked wool wall hanging kit (a snowman) at a fiber fair last fall. I did about half of it and realized that it wasn't for me. The effect is gorgeous, but it's a lot harder to get neat, even, uniform loops than it looks. I probably won't be buying any more kids, though if a finished rug fell into my hands, I would not say no.
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