Here is my little robin mat, all hooked and bound. This delightful pattern by Red Snapdragon Farms can be found here.
It was a fun hook and used up a few worms (very few . . . sigh). The finished size is 12 3/4" x 21".
The little birdie has told me that local hooker friend Arlene (who entered via email) is the winner of the pickle and olive forks. Congrats :) Arlene is even luckier because she is leaving on Tuesday with several local hookers to hook with Deanne Fitzpatrick in Nova Scotia. Safe travels, my friends.
It's a good thing I live alone. Others might have a problem living with this mess. When I hook, it is upstairs in my hooking room so my mess is contained there and pretty much out of sight. I stamp my spoons and forks in the basement, but any other creating is done on the dining room table and this is what my table has looked like for a couple of weeks. Even I am tired of the mess, but makes no sense to me to put it away each evening. I am getting ready to vend at the Western Reserve hook in at the end of the month and am trying to come up with a few new things.
I will be taking some of my garden markers . . .
. . . and some of the pickle and olive forks. (There's still time to enter if you'd like to try winning a set. See my previous post.)
I've been making pendants out of antique paisley (oh, they are so much prettier in person) and some pendants made with quillies.
Velveteen and antique paisley pincushions are filled with crushed walnut shells to keep needles and pins nice and sharp. I hope to get a few scissor fobs made, but we'll see if I run out of time.
My complete set of typewriter keys (missing the "C" . . . lol) now have bales and are ready to add to a necklace.
After nearly two weeks, still nothing on the frame. I need to do a better job of planning ahead. I've pulled several patterns already on linen and a few on paper, but nothing is screaming my name. I hope something screams soon.
My little robin mat is about 80% bound. I'm going to give myself an atta-girl for binding it. I will share the finish in my next post.
Bless her little heart . . . how sweet . . . the secret to long life . . . this has been around, but it still warms the cockles of my
heart . . .
A doctor on his morning walk, noticed the old lady pictured above: She was
sitting on her front step smoking a cigar, so he walked up to her and
said, “I couldn’t help but notice how happy you look! What is your
secret?” “I smoke ten cigars a day,” she said. “Before I go to bed, I smoke a
nice big joint. Apart from that, I drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniels every
week, and eat only junk food. On weekends, I pop pills, have sex, and I don’t
exercise at all. “That is absolutely amazing! How old are you?” “Forty,”
And just for fun, I'm giving away these olive and pickle forks I've made. Leave a comment on this post or drop me an email with give-away in the subject line. I'll pick a winner at the end of the week. Not exactly sure when because it's going to be another busy week :( My only "rule" is that the winner will need to contact me within 3 days.
Thanks so much for stopping by. Pug hugs :) Lauren
What a week it's been. It has been the work week from hell. Just crazy busy and lots of unhappy people. The phone hasn't stopped ringing. Yes, the city is riddled with potholes. I will log your complaint but I can't tell you when it will be done. No, our department doesn't handle high grass complaints. Let me transfer you. Let me check to see if that ballfield is available and I will email you a permit. ARGH!!! The clincher today was that I inadvertently called someone ma'am when it was a sir. No, you didn't tell me your name was Gary and I do apologize. My name . . . Lauren. He wanted to be sure he knew it so when he called the newspaper he was going to tell them how I spoke to him in a condescending tone of voice. OK. Done with my rant :)
I bought these old typewriter keys a while back, but the tag just cracks me up.
I finally got the label sewn on the pug rug. I hate labeling rugs almost as much as I hate binding them. I couldn't sew a label on straight if my life depended on it and I even took the time to baste it.
I found this on Facebook. I've seen it before but it always makes me smile.
I finally finished hooking my robin mat and I am actually getting ready to bind it. I haven't pulled a loop in days. I have so many rugs already on linen and many more patterns ready for linen, but just can't decide what I want to hook. I need to do a better job planning ahead.
Just a little of this and that. As always, I'm so happy tomorrow is Friday. This very long week just flew by. Does that make sense to anyone else but me?
I am sorry if I sounded whiney my last post. I really didn't mean to sound that way. I enjoy blogging and plan to continue. Now whether I make another 900, I haven't a clue, but I will give it a try.
This was the sunset over Lake Erie a couple of weeks ago. Once the sun starts setting over the lake, it goes down fast and we barely got there in time.
My neighbor's magnolia (?) tree is always breathtaking.
Our Loocie a few weeks ago after going to the vet. This poor little girl is just a mess. She had a cyst on her back paw, something icky under her chin and an infection. She is only 9 and not aging well, but she is just so DANG CUTE :)
I thought I'd be done with my robin a week ago. I'm close but instead of being able to sit and hook now, I must go cut the grass. The joys of home ownership.
Welcome and thank you for stoppping by. I live just two blocks from beautiful Lake Erie. I am a rug hooker, needle puncher, and antique collector. I bought my first antique in 1983 and have not stopped since. I keep telling my boys that the antiques are their inheritance.
I am mom to two adult sons and grandma to 10 year old Jake.
I have joint custody of a pug named Loocie and work with Ohio Pug Rescue.