
Welcome to Deanne Fitzpatrick Studio
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Welcome to Deanne Fitzpatrick Studio
For more recent content you can visit us over here on my website .
You can listen to my podcast here.
Hello Sunday,
Gee you come around so fast, it seems like time flies between each time I sit here to write but in truth so much happens in a week. When I look back on it I think of all the great people who visited the studio. I think of all the laughs I had with the crowd I work with. And I think of yesterday lying on the beach for an afternoon with a book and my daughter beside me. About hearing my son walk in the door and lay down his bag to stay the night at the shore. It was a good week.
Last week I wrote that I was feeling a bit off and so many of you responded that sometimes you felt that way yourself. Others worried and responded in kindness. Truth is, I am good. I told you I felt off because I think most of us experience it sometimes and if you did I wanted us both to know that, and not feel alone in it. There is no need to be lonely. There is nothing wrong with an off day. As I said last week it can be a catalyst.
I just finished Daniel Leviten’s book “Successful Aging”. In it he talks about many things that help us age well. It stood out for me that he talked about the importance of social interaction and not being lonely, especially as we grow older.
I have noticed that as I age I like my own company even more. I can sit and hook or read for hours on my own and be perfectly content. I am conscious of this, and careful not to let it become the only way I spend my time.
I know we need each other. I have always known that. Levitan’s book was just a reminder for me to keep cultivating love and friendship. A reminder to ask myself who might need to hear from me? Who do I need to catch up with? To hold out my hand and see who takes it. Remember when you were little and walked to school with a friend hand in hand. How sweet that was. Now it is just a metaphor, but still we must keep each other company. We must try to be good to each other. To keep each other in mind.
I think of my father in law Theo who lived to be 96. He just loved people. He was often on the phone calling people to see how they were doing. He just wanted to connect. Whenever there was a storm I knew he would call to see how it looked out our way though we just lived a few miles apart. He was so good at reaching out.
Last year a woman was visiting the studio from British Columbia and met a group of rug hookers from Saint John. Through the jigs and the reels somehow they all connected and she made friends with the group. One of them was in the other day and said that through Covid the Saint John group has been zooming and rug hooking together, and their friend from BC was joining them.
These kinds of fun and easy connections are common in the rug hooking world. Perhaps that may mean rug hooking could be an important part of aging successfully. I know for sure that rug hooking builds community and connection. It is a way for us to create new friendships both online and in real life.
So many people have told me how helpful rug hooking has been to them through this difficult time that we have all experienced together. It gave them a place to go to sort out their thoughts. It offered comfort and solace. It also offered a sense of community online.
I love that. I love that you know that you have this craft, hobby, or art, whatever it is to you. It is so important to have things in your life that you enjoy and love to do. It is a blessing.
I feel so lucky and grateful that I have it too.Thanks for reading, I am glad you are there.
Deanne
This hooked rug was created as a tribute to domesticity. Flowers on the table. An oriental carpet underneath the table. A wooden floor. Clay vases. All the things I love. They are the comforts of home. When I walk into my house at the end of the day and see the flowers, feel the rug under my feet. I am soothed.
In this time that we are all facing together, we are getting back to domesticity. We are in touch with our homes, our families. It is not easy, this time. Right now I feel so grateful for my quiet home. I am comfortable. There is food in the fridge. There is a yard to go out in with space around us. Today I worked from home. I got plenty done. I was able to text my coworkers with questions and have answers right away. It was good to be here.
I will go in on Sunday and fill orders. We are all working alone when we go to the studio. We make sure there is just one person there at a time to help prevent the spread of Covid 19. We are all taking it very seriously. We are all healthy and want to stay that way.
So we are learning that this is a time Of coming home to the idea of home and appreciating it. Our homes are our place in the world. They are the spot where we belong. We all have work to do in our home. We have projects. We have books. We have crafts. There are things to do and now there is time to do them.
I hope you are reading this as a break from hooking your rug, or baking a cake, or putting away the dishes. I hope you are home, safe and cozy, and that there are flowers on your table.
I love working with Briggs and Little Yarn. I love that they make colours for the studio that are just our own. They dye them especially for us. That is just so cool. For us they are local. A small family owned business that has been passed down through the generations.
This palette is about meandering through the side roads of the county. They are the colours we see on a Sunday drive. I love watching the fields whiz by my window. Seeing them alight with golden rod does my heart good. I am happy to get in the car and take off for a run in a Sunday afternoon.
Today I took these woils and laid them on the road so that I could get a picture of them there. The UPS man, Travis , came by and said,” What are you doing?” One would have to wonder. It is as odd as can be to be in the middle of the road taking pictures of yarn. But there I was and here it is.
I came home from work today. I laid down my leather book bag and I thought that so much has changed in a week. This time last week I was thinking about completely different things and all those things seemed so important. They still are important to me just not as important as I had thought.
This week I am thinking about the importance of everyone doing their very best. We have to count on our communities members to listen & to follow the guidelines from Health Canada. We have to count on people to wash their hands, to keep their distance, to quarantine. We still have to count on each other even though we may not be together. It’s more important now that we be good to each other.
It is making us all think and realize how little control we have over so much of our lives. We all knew it it theory but now we feel it in action. It is humble pie served by the slice.
When things get back to normal I think I will appreciate gathering more. I think I will understand better the value of a visit. I think I will love others more. Right now is a time to be really to good to each other. It is a time to be respectful, to listen, and to look after what needs looking after.
I am listening and keeping up to date on all the recommendations from Health Canada and the Canadian Government because I believe that cooperating is important. I believe that is the best way we can be good to each other right now.
When I decided to hook a self portrait I thought about what I like to wear. Well for me that would be my blundstone boots. I live in them. Even more now that they come with a little heel. I can even dress them up a little. I love the little bit of black in the grey boot that looks like the elastic.
Hooking people is about capturing their essence, the thing that is really them. I felt that if I put the boots on the woman I am hooking people would clearly see that it was me. Just a little thing but I think it will make a difference when this rug is done.
I am really having fun making this rug. Picking out an outfit as if I was going out somewhere!
I am listening to a course on line and taking notes as I hook. I only learn so well by listening. I find I take in things better when I read or when I write about it. So as I listen I keep my pencil beside me and I take a few notes.
I have been thinking a lot lately about how I retain information. I am reading a book by Daniel Leviton on aging and the brain. As I read it I think to myself , Deanne there is so much of this that you will not remember. I never remember big complex words. Yet I read it still. I read it for the concepts and the ideas. I know I can always go find the word I need. I can google it. I wish sometimes I could retain language like my sister Joan. She knows exactly what the amygdala looks after and where it is. She knows all the other big words too. All I know is that, we’ll actually I am not sure what I know about it with out checking. That’s me . That’s her.
You can love your own brain and still admire anothers. Yet I read everyday. Lately I have been writing everyday too. I read because even if I cannot remember the ten things on the list, or the specific word for this or that, I still love a concept. I still love an idea. And books are full of them, and they are out there waiting for me.
Putting piles together is so much of what we do at the studio. We are always making . Whether it is kits, rugs, or bundles. I am sometimes just taken aback at the beauty of the orders as they go out. So how is your yarn or wool stash? We have been building people’s up for the last couple of weeks. Logan was putting these orders together today and I walked out and went “Wow, that is beautiful.” It makes me feel like I want to place an order just so I can have it mailed to me. I think whatever you do, whether it is small or big , it is worth taking the time to make it beautiful. The more beauty we surround ourselves with the better we’ll be.
Angela taught a woman to hook on Monday and she was back today to get another kit today. I understand that. As soon as I picked up my hook and did those first few stitches I knew I wanted to hook forever.
It was so easy.
Just one stitch.
If you make a mistake, no biggie, you just pull it out and start again.
I could not believe how easy it was. Just so simple.
That is what hooked me. Pun completely intended. I just loved the simplicity of it. It was like it was made for me.
I hooked my first rug with in a week. I drew my second one on a potato sack ( bad idea…they rot… and burlap is cheap) and made it. I was completely hooked. If it is an addiction then it is a good one.
You can teach yourself in three minutes with this YouTube video of mine that has taught over two million people how to hook rugs. That excites me!
The book Mary gave me for Christmas. The coyote silhouette. The little memory from Amy Ruck to remind me to write. A painting from Katie Allman. An Ethiopia proverb. A picture of Bethlehem. All bits of a life poised together for a picture. This spot changes , slowly but it changes, like I change. A message from Warren Zevon to enjoy every sandwich. Good advice. Simple sentence.
This is my latest rug. An ode to my mother, and advice for my own children I suppose. I carry all those bits of advice she gave me with me now. She is in my head. A constant companion.
There are seven roses in this rug for my family. We are seven sisters. Yes, no brothers. My father would say he was a rose between seven thorns . In jest, with a slight undertone. So I turned it around, not to make my father the thorn. He was a good soul as well. Just to turn that common saying on it’s head.
My sisters are all roses of one kind or another. Each one of them kind and good, doing their very best all the time. My mother loved to hook roses, another reason why they are in this rug.
My friend Carol is kind and generous. I always knew that. This week she came into the studio to show us the sweater she made from the Beach Palette that Logan dyed last summer. When Logan tried one the sweater and it looked so beautiful on her, Carol said , “You can have it.” We were all so surprised. It was beautifully knit. Hours and hours had gone into it. But Carol said, “ I had the pleasure of making it. “ I know it is true, that the making of the thing is a good part of the beauty of it. When you watch generousity in action sometimes it just takes you by surprise, and isn’t that the loveliest of things.
Lemon Coconut Rice
Pan fry one small onion in butter until translucent.
Pour in one can of coconut milk and 1 can of water.
Add the zest and juice of one lemon.
Bring to a boil.
Add 1 1/2 cups of basmati rice.
Cover and reduce heat to minimum for twenty minutes.
I served it with pan fried haddock and beans and carrots. It was delicious.
I am working on a big floral rug with an organic shape. I have been picking small bits out of my big basket of mixed strips and throwing in things you would not expect. I like having that big basket beside me of bits from rugs I made over the past months because it reminds me not to do the expected. It reminds me that tiny bits of one colour in a rug create an unexpected beauty and feeling in it. We need to throw in the unexpected because sometimes it is that tiny thing that makes the mat.
I was hooking so hard on this mat today. I mean I was like a fiend and felt I had to get it done. I was leaning into it. Feeling that it had to be now. I was tired and my hand was tired and suddenly I remembered that there was no rush. There was just me and the mat and that if I stopped right there and let my hand rest that the mat would wait. It would wait as long as I wanted because it is faithful. It will be there tomorrow and I could take my time. So I laid down the hook and went away. Tomorrow I will begin again.
Hook your texture a little higher so it is more noticeable.
Put different textures next to each other in your rug.
Always make sure you have some textures that are plainer or simpler.
Move it around the rug. Don’t use it all in one place.
Don’t use it everywhere. The eye needs a place to rest.
There are turns happening everywhere. I turned the corner on my walk and I saw this fantastic tree hanging onto last summers fruit. Today I turned my rug on my Cheticamp frame and it made me feel so good. Sure that I was doing the right thing. Once I get one panel done I am certain that I am on my way. The colour plan, not that really ever is one, has been settled. It just happens for me by turning from one colour to another. The colour plan just gradually appears to me.
We did so much rearranging and work in the studio this week. It is just beautiful to see to all come together. Angela and I have have been making lists and we have all been working hard to check things off those lists. Logan has been dying and tearing apart wool. Greg has been hanging new systems to display our yarn. Susan, Patricia and Cathy were cutting burlap, linen and ripping cloth for Logan to dye more. Angie shipped everything she could. We worked extra hard this week to get things in order. We have also set up a new list system so everyone knows what we need to do.
I love lists. I use the notes on my phone and keep lists for myself all the time. I email myself the list and work my way through it.
I am always making lists for what needs to be done in the studio. I also make lists for little things I need to pick up, designs I might like to make, books I hear about. Whatever. I like my little notes and delete them as I do them. For me they are like a little map. A reminder of what I need to do to get to another place. I have never had a lot of clarity about where I am going in life, art, or business. I just make a list, finish it, then make another one. There has been no big goal, other than to get through the list, which in itself is a small goal. Small goals though add up. Incrementally they lead to big changes over time.
One list I do not have is a bucket list. It is just not for me. I appreciate others having them. We all live in the way we like to live. There were things I wanted to do in my life, places I wanted to go but I never ever saved them for later. I did them as I could. Saved for them and planned for them. If I want to do something I start the planning right away. The first step towards it goes on the list. I believe that big things start with small things. Little tiny things that add up to something more beautiful in the long rug.
The next step of course is the crossing off the list. I love drawing a line straight through things with my pencil. I love deleting the items on my phone list and writing in another. This gives me a little thrill. You gotta really like crossing things off if the list if lists are going to work. I get the same feeling crossing things off my list as I do from the first bite of a really good carrot cake with cream cheese icing. It satisfies something in me. I’m not like Mick Jagger. Satisfaction guarenteed.
Now there are lots of big things that I might like to do, mind ya. I love renovations and home projects but I also know that I already have comfortable home, that my husband hates renovations, that I don’t like them much myself . I love coming home to a restful, peaceful home. When I see tools and work boots, and sawdust and insulation I am stressed. So I filter out what is necessary and what is not. Somethings I would like to add to the list are just not with it.
What do I really really want? Well honestly in the big picture I cannot tell you what my goals are because what I really want is peace and health and happiness. I want love. Not just for me, but for others too. For so many others. For the ones who surround us. But that’s not nearly enough. For we are all here together and we all need love.
I am sensible enough to know that I cannot put these things on my list. These are things I can only hope and wish and pray for. The things that go on the list are the little things.They are the things that lead us in the right direction. They are the turns in the road, the little towns we pass through. The daily activities are our navigation system. They get us places. These little notes to ourself, for that is what lists are, are the reminders that you are given a day, and it is yours to fill. What you do with it, how you fill it, will be what your life is made of.
Big goals are made up of tiny action after tiny action. One thing cultivating the way for another thing to happen. Right now I am ready to add some things to my list. One of them is go pick up a hand held vacuum so my little work space won’t be quite as dusty. Upon reflection, I have to say that some things seem as if they don’t really add much to the whole, or contribute a great deal to the bigger goals. But still we do them, for a day is a day, and every tiny thing is worthy. Help me remember this when I have to put on my parka and boots to buy milk and bread.
I thank you for reading, for buying my work, for sharing this newsletter with friends, and for being there for me to write to.
Have a good week.
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I just made this fruitcake again on Thursday night. I soaked the fruit with a tiny bottle of Kentucky Bourbon that a woman brought to me from Kentucky when she came on a bus tour this October. It really is delicious…
Dear Diary, I have it soaking, the fruit for this years cake. I am making it late so that I don’t have to make it three times like other years. When it is in the fridge I just keep going back to the kitchen.
Deannes Fruitcake
4 cups mixed fruit
1/2 cup mixed peel
3 cups thompson raisins (dark)
1cup red cherries chopped
3cups pecan halves
2 cups slivered almonds
Soak in one or two or three or four ounces of southern comfort, bourbon, or rum over night. I used about three quarters of a cup.
Soften 1 1b butter, and cream with two cups of sugar and 1/2 cup molasses, 2 tsp vanilla. Beat vigourously. Add 12 (yes the whole dozen) eggs, one at a time.
Mix in3 1/2 cups flour, 1tsp cinnomon, 1/2 teaspoon mixed spice, 1 tsp ginger, 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg.
Combine flour mixture with fruit mixture and fold together. Scoop into four loaf pans, that have been well greased and lined with wax paper or tin foil. Bake at 275, for 1 hour and 20 minutes until knife comes out clean. I put a pan of water on bottom oven rack to allow it to steam a little. It keeps the cake moist. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do
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In typical technophobe fashion, my post comes a bit late. A computer glitch had kept me from posting earlier, much to my frustration. Perhaps it was karma’s way of making me reflect a bit more on what I wanted to share. With the help of the wonderful Deanne, I am now back in the game and ready to share my thoughts.
A new year, new hopes, new dreams. I always find it a bit disturbing how easily we dismiss the previous year, hoping for a ‘do over’ of sorts. All of the failures and challenges tend to be at the forefront when a new year rolls around. It seems a perpetual second chance to make things right, to be a better person, to strive towards those goals that we had hoped to accomplish the previous year.
Could it be that we are approaching the season in the wrong mind set? What if we looked back on the previous year and acknowledged the successes, the achievements hard won, whether they be small or large? Why not start a new year with a list of the positives of the last year, not the negatives. Perhaps our goals should be to build, not necessarily change, who we are.
As I think about what I wish to accomplish in this coming new year-my own ‘do over’ year, I choose to think of it as a platform to build on what I have already accomplished and use the disappointments as teaching moments instead of failures. I resolve to enter this new year facing forward, not carrying the weight of past mistakes. I resolve to make ‘let it go’ a bigger part of my own personal philosophy.
Let us all take the best of 2018 with us into this bright new year.
-Angie