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.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
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