Rugs and Pugs

I found this dyed wool in my stash.  I have no idea when or where I purchased it, but I love how it is hooking up.  I have no idea what colo...

Primitive Gobbler, a pattern by Anne Nichols is finally hooked.  What a terrible picture, but you get the idea.  I am too frustrated with bl...

Here’s Ernestine and Molly a few months ago when they still “sort” of liked each other . . . sigh.  I now call them “pit pugs” but I know ...

Last evening we took a walk on the "mile long pier" in Lorain.  The pier is not a mile long, but I could not find out how long i...

The official name of my 1847 Turkey is Primitive Gobbler.  I’ve made progress, but I thought I would have been done by now.  Since I ...

August 12, 2017, DSO and I picked up my new foster pug, Cheerilee.  (The month she came in to Ohio Pug Rescue was My Little Pony month. Hen...

Ten minutes in to our trip to Niagara Falls . . . rear ended while stopped at a red light . . . we never even made it to the highway.  Red...