I hook rugs the way I do because of who I am.
I have never wanted anything perfect.
Perfect bothers me a little, makes me uncomfortable.
The other night I looked at my overgrown garden.
It is not perfect but it is beautiful.
The rhubarb gone to seed.
The forget me nots from a long time ago
Reminding me of childhood.
The dandelions past their prime yet caught at their most beautiful time, when they are almost finished.