February 2019: Making it better

Twice last week friends brought me a loaf of homemade bread. It is the nicest kind of gift, gifts of bread to neighbours. I have been packing it in my lunches and eating it with my suppers. I think of them as I enjoy it.

Last night I had dinner at a friends house and when I came home I just so felt thankful for the friendship. A Monday night in February, three friends, and fish tacos. Not even a glass of wine, just a visit, a drop of tea and conversation. Being there for each other. In winter here in Amherst, NS, we hole up in our houses and retreat  a bit. Getting out is good for us. We need each other especially when it seems too cold to bother.

Yesterday I had lunch with Rebecca, who is the business development officer for our town. An hour with her and I leave brimming with thoughts and ideas. Do you have friends like that? One that ignite an energy in you? Ones that spark your interests and make you seek to be better? That is what Rebecca did for me yesterday. I came away thinking how can I do better? How can I make my art better, my studio better, my women’s clothing store better? Better.  Do better. Be better.

Every time she told me something she was planning it ignited another idea. Some were good, some needed work, but the ideas came because we were together and we were talking.

I have spent the last week trying to improve things around the studio. We have added new work tables and new bins where we make kits. We have prettied it up again, moved around furniture, gathered new props and bits of beauty. I exposed the wooden top on our big long work table and put clear glass over it so you can see it. Such small things but they change the atmosphere here for the people who visit and for us when we work here. It is warmer.

These kind of distractions ease the cold winter skies that hang above us. Answering the door to a gift of bread, buying a flower for the table, adding a bit of paint here or there. Refining things. Adding life. Enhancing.
Every time I start a new rug that is the goal. Make it better than the last. Find something new in the wool. Create the beauty. Do it everyday. Do it as uniquely as you can. Make it, make it good, make it right, knowing that the right way is really only your way, cause when you make, there are so many different kinds of right ways.

That is the blessing of creativity, it’s abundance. One idea begets another idea. That’s the blessing of a meal shared and thoughts exchanged, you leave with more than you sat down with. Ideas grow and we nurture them by coming together.

Here in Amherst , Nova Scotia, so many of us are trying to make it better, make it nicer. We have our heads down and we are making. Making things right as best as we know how. Putting our energy where our thoughts are and strengthening each other as we do it. The women I work with here in the studio add a lot to my life, as do the women I work with in my community, as do my friends. Life would not be as sweet without all these great people around me.

As always thanks for reading…. Deanne

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Stormy Sunday: January 20, 2018.

Hello and thanks for reading,
It is Sunday Morning and a storm is coming up from the south. This morning I was thankful for the beauty of the snow falling on my walk, and the trees with their perfect peaks. I try to look at the place as if I were a visitor and it helps me see things as they really are. When a little light snow is falling and covering everything in a pristine white, changing it before your eyes that makes it a little easier to see things freshly.

This weekend I had a little pre storm visit to Halifax with a friend and we got to do so much. We went to Symphony Nova Scotia, only to discover that the conductor was someone we knew from Sackville, NB. The symphony was amazing. I think of all those musicians so dedicated to their individual work and how willing they are to set aside  that individuality for the whole, for the music, for the beauty of what they can be together. I love that.

We also got to Zwickers and Studio 21 art galleries and up to the Hydrostone for a peek around. At Props Floral Design in the Hydrostone, the owner put together a big bouquet of eucalyptus and bare branches for me. She told me she has had the store for over twenty years. I love seeing owners involved and still loving their businesses. The eucalyptus is scenting my back room. It reminds me of my wreath making days nearly thirty years ago before I ever knew about rug hooking. I would dry flowers and make little wreaths in what was then a barn attached to my house. Eventually that space became my studio after I received a Canada Council Grant for artists. Seems so long ago now.

The scents that carry us back in time. We all have them. Bread coming out of the oven, fish on the wharf, the salt air.


In the city I picked up a couple of twig wreaths for my barn doors but unfortunately they are making my barn look like it dressed as an owl. When the storm passes I will move them around. I think one in the peak might look quite nice. It could be spring before that happens. But later today I will probably be out there with a hammer. Once an idea gets in my head, my body just follows it. It is something I love about myself but bewilders others. I know it.

I finished the most beautiful rug lately. It is called Three Moose and the Seven Sisters. Moose were such a part of my life growing up. We would go fishing on the barrens and see them across the pond. They were just part of living in Newfoundland. You would see them on the highway, your eyes trained to watch for them. It was the conversation when you arrived somewhere, “Did you see a moose?” They have become for me like the silhouettes of my family, symbols of a place, and a people, and of myself and my parents. They also so symbolize a calm strength to me. I never think of moose charging, but of them quietly standing, strong, not wanting to be bothered. Thats just how they were for me as child.

So today I am at home cozy with the fire and I plan to hook on a rug that I am making about resettlement  It is called Red Island and is semi abstract, inspired by a painting that I saw when I was travelling. It is interesting that a painting from another artist in Eastern Europe can trigger an image in me about a tiny island in Placentia Bay that filled my childhood stories. It has taught me that the stories I put into my rugs are less important than the stories they evoke in you. I love that , how a simple image can mean so many different things to so many people. It makes art so powerful. It is about feeling. We all feel the same things, it is just that different ideas and images can bring us to those feelings.

I think it is because art evokes a feeling that we love it. The images  we see brings to life our own stories and our own feelings. Art is so much more about feeling than it is about anything else. Really that is what I hope my rugs do for people. I hope the colours and the ideas in them carry them some places  they want to go.

So today is a day to stoke the fire and to read and rest and create. It is my typical Sunday but the snow makes it so much more fitting. Here in Nova Scotia we like to hunker down and a good storm makes that so much easier.

I hope you will register for our online class that is coming up.We are working hard on our online class getting all the patterns drawn and dying wool for the kits. It is well plannd and the course will teach you step by step how to hook the rug. Remember it starts the first of March but you can take it anytime you want. It is yours to keep and you can learn at your own convenience. Early registration before January 31 is quite a bit less expensive because it allows us to plan and get the kits made up earlier. So all the information is below for you to join me.

Thanks so much for reading. Our list is growing and will be at over 10,000. It is lovely to have you all to write too, Deanne

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Where the Orchard Blooms: Hooking Field Rugs, 2019 Winter Online Course is a must this winter!

The Whole Package!
Online course with Deanne Fitzpatrick & complete kit!
This is quite literally the entire package! Not only does this product come with the online course and the pattern on linen, but it also comes with all of the colours and textures needed to complete the rug from start to finish! With this you will not only end up in the orchard, but you will be able to do it exactly as intended by design!

All of the products and combinations are valuable in terms of creating this beautiful rug, but if I were you this would be my top pick, because you will have exactly everything you need at your finger tips every step of the way!

And if you order this complete kit before January 31st and take advantage of the savings.
$399.00 CDN, $300.20 USD! 


There is nothing more priceless than creating beauty every day!

Saturday Afternoon Letter from Deanne January 12

Hey Everyone,
It is Saturday afternoon and I decided to leave the studio early and come home for a nap but instead I started thinking of my newsletter. The nap is coming later. I have been pondering that I am going to try to write these newsletters the way I used to write my blog. Just a few notes about what is on my mind and what I am up to. I am missing that kind of writing that I used to do and I feel that I want to get back to it.

Today I hooked five small foxes on a golden background. As I look at the design I created, a blend of a field rug and a Newfoundland village, it looks as if the foxes are sneaking in and stealing something away. It might be time. The foxes are looking like a symbol of change. I think this way about my rugs sometimes as I make them. Sometimes they are full of thoughts and ideas, and other times, they are just purely about beauty and there is no intellectualizing them. I seem to waver in this. Sometimes I want them to be a search for meaning while other times beauty is enough.

It is interesting having Logan working with me. She went art school and has a degree in Fine Art, so did Angela. I never went art school, mainly because I never even knew it was a possibility. I think it would have been lovely.

It is fun to chat with them about what I am thinking and get their perspective on what they are doing. We all approach our work differently. We all put ourselves into it in one way or another no matter how we learned. You too, have your own way of approaching your creative work. It is the beauty of it. We all get to put a bit of ourselves into it.

As I hook I have been listening to audiobooks so my mind gets carried off and my thoughts come and go. It is the beauty of making, that your hands are turning things over but your mind is free to listen, to grow, to learn. I am always on the lookout for audio books. Most recently I have listened to Krista Tippett & John O’Donohue. Two of my favorite people to listen too. The public library has just given me notice that a Robert Galbraith (J.K. Rowling pen name ) is available for me. I have read her Comoran Strike Novels  but I think I may listen to one. It is lovely to have your hands busy and your mind free.

I have been doing well with my strengthening resolution. I am planking ( google it if you are not sure..my daughter taught me this great little exercise) two or three times a day, walking, and working on my art and my business. So far I am sticking with my word of the year…Strengthen. I love it because it can apply to anything…mind, body, spirit. As for last years word “Savour”, I am still holding to it, but sadly, I do still whoof down my food sometimes, only to remember, savour, after it is gone, and I am looking for a sweet. I have though been better at savouring the moment. It is our job, I think, to know something beautiful when it is in our hands, and that is sometimes just the moment we are in.

Registrations are coming in for our class this winter and that excites me. I love the thought of watching people create Where the Orchard Blooms this winter and throughout the year. I have ordered the wool and we have already dyed the sky for the kits. So far I am really happy with the response. If you are interested all the information for registering is included below.

I have to go now as it is time to start a new novel and fall off to sleep for a nap. I have company coming over later and I have cooked them up a bite to eat. I even made some baklava. Yum. I hope you have a good weekend, and that you get some time to hook, and yes, maybe even a nap, Deanne

Register Before January 31 and Save!

Where the Orchard Blooms: Hooking Field Rugs, 2019 Winter Online Course is a must this winter!

The Whole Package!
Online course with Deanne Fitzpatrick & complete kit!
This is quite literally the entire package! Not only does this product come with the online course and the pattern on linen, but it also comes with all of the colours and textures needed to complete the rug from start to finish! With this you will not only end up in the orchard, but you will be able to do it exactly as intended by design!

All of the products and combinations are valuable in terms of creating this beautiful rug, but if I were you this would be my top pick, because you will have exactly everything you need at your finger tips every step of the way!

And if you order this complete kit before January 31st and take advantage of the savings.
$399.00 CDN, $300.20 USD! 


There is nothing more priceless than creating beauty every day!

Just the Course and Pattern!
Winter online course with Deanne Fitzpatrick & Pattern on linen.
This product comes with the online course and the24″x24″ pattern on linen. With this you will have the best of both worlds, the lessons at your disposal, and the pattern at your fingertips! With this you will be able to follow along with ease. All you will need is a stash to work from.

Until January 31st, this great product is just $169.00 CDN, $127.19 USD!

Just the Course $69
While winter comes with unique beauty, such as the glow of a sunrise over a snowy field, or the smell of woodsmoke cutting through the brisk night air, sometimes you need to insert a bit more colour in your life; and this years winter online course is exactly what you need to brighten the season!

This course will begin on March 4th, and you will receive two lessons a week for four weeks. A total of twenty instructional videos comes with this product guiding you through the process, and the focus will be on creating a rug with meaning and warmth, and of course learning how to produce flow. The modern field rug has a depth and flow that invites you into the space, and I can’t wait to get started with you!

Until January 31st take advantage of the savings! There is a lot to be excited about as you are sure to create a rug so beautiful, you will wish you could visit the orchard.

Until January 31st, the online course on its own is $69.00 CDN, $51.93 USD!

The Studio will be offering several packages for this course, pattern, wool, course and a kit.
Please look for these on the website as well.

Just the Pattern!
Where the Orchard Blooms: Field Rugs Pattern, Only on Linen!
The pattern on its own is gorgeous! At 24″x24″, the size is substantial enough to be a show stopper, while not being too large that it is intimidating to accomplish! The pattern only comes on linen, and if you have not yet hooked on linen you are definitely in for a treat. 

This product does not come with the online course, however the way it is designed is sure to promote flow, and invites your unique interpretation!

Until January 31st this pattern on linen is $119.00 CDN, $86.56 USD! feel the benefits while the sale still lasts!

Just the Wool Pack!
Where the Orchard Blooms: Hooking Field Rugs Wool Package
Please note: This package does not complete the rug. It is a partial kit.
Where the Orchard Blooms: Hooking Field Rugs, Wool Package
This wool package is absolutely gorgeous, and truly inspires the essence of my original rug. The colours and textures are to die for, and are meant to give you a good start on your piece. Trust me, you want this box!

This wool package includes: 9 swatches of wool cloth
11 mini skeins of Textured Yarn or Equivalent,
1 – 16 by 12 swatch of Blue
Sexy Jersey Swatch or small bundle of Sexy Jersey.

What you will receive won’t be exactly as shown, however we in the studio know that you will create something really beautiful with it!

Until January 31st, this beautiful box of woollen treasure can be yours for just $99.95 CDN, $75.22 USD!

A Belated Happy New Year

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

A Newsy Saturday Night Letter from Deanne

Hi Everyone,
It is time for a proper newsy letter from me to let you in on the studio life. We have had so many changes in the past year. We have three new staff people, two of whom are named Angela. We also hired Logan as a studio assistant and dyer.

It was a big change for me to see both Denice and Georgina move on. I get accustomed to and care for the people I work with everyday and I feel a loss when they leave. I do find though that new people bring new ideas and possibilities and that change is always happening and I have to get used to it. Angie, Angela, and Logan are all good company, hard working, and I am happy to have them. They are all really creative, and love making rugs.

This year I got used to having my own office and studio space in the back room of the studio. I think it has been good for me and my work. I finished a new book called, “Making a Life: Twenty Five Years of Hooking Rugs” which will come out in the spring. I also made some of my favorite rugs ever. It has been a good move. I get to talk to lots of people as I can see everyone through the glass doors.

We had several thousand visitors last year. Our online course was a blast and more people enrolled in it than ever. Yes, I am doing an online course this winter and we are going to announce it very very soon.
Last years’ was so great. I kept seeing beautiful pictures of Impressionist Floral Gardens on Wild with Wool. Our facebook group Wild with Wool has grown to nearly 5000 members. This newsletter has grown to over 9000 members. Sometimes I can hardly believe it. Thank you for all that support . I appreciate it so much.

As of October this year we served over 2100 oatcakes to studio visitors.I think we were close to 2500 for 2018.  I love it that people sometimes just drop in for an oatcake, or that a woman will take them to her husband or kids waiting in the car as a thank you for waiting. The studio is supposed to be a welcoming place and it is important to all of us there to offer people a little snack, and a cup of tea.

Our most recent club, the Paper version of the Pattern of the Month Club is growing quickly. As it is only $9.95 a month. At first I had no idea if it was a good idea but the response has shown me that people want a paper version because they are easy to store, you can enlarge them, and it is less expensive. You can join here.

I just finished one my favorite rugs ever. I spent a full day this week clipping and pressing it. It is called Three Moose and The Seven Sisters. It has turned out to be strong and richly coloured and I think that  I will get it hung in the studio next week. I hope you get there to see it. I will share a full picture of it soon.

Oh and the Good News about the Blundstone Boots…..Someone on this Newsletter List will win a pair of Blundstone Boots next October. You choose the size and the colour. You have to stay on the list to be eligible to win so stick around and you might just be the winner of a pair of these great boots that we sell at 30 Church Women’s Clothing across the street from the studio.

So that is all the news from me.

I am glad you are there.
Thank you for reading and for creating beauty everyday,  Deanne

                                          
Our Paper Pattern of the Month Club is a variation of our Pattern of the Month Club that allows you to receive our POM on paper!

That means you can enlarge them and make them bigger or just transfer them on to the backing of your choice just as they are.

I have been thinking of trying paper patterns for a long time and in the last year many customers have been asking for it so I am going to start here and I am excited about it.

Delivered to your doorstep monthly, it  will be a unique and one of a kind pattern designed by Deanne ( that’s me!). These patterns are on paper and are perfect for a few key reasons: Not only can you transfer them to the backing of your choosing, but you can transform them with ease by enlarging them or reducing them at your leisure! 

Like our other subscriptions, our Paper Pattern of the Month comes with the added benefit of free access to Woolcake, our private online membership!Think of having these hooked designs ready for gift giving, to create pillows, or to frame as art.

Sign up today and for a monthly fee of $9.95 CDN, $7.40 USD, and let the inspiration take hold! The possibilities are endless when it comes to creating beauty every day!

Join me, Deanne Fitzpatrick, to learn about creativity , art and rug hooking.

This site is where I keep a journal about my rug hooking. I update it frequently and discuss my creative process, my ideas about art, beauty, life,  creativity and rug hooking. It is the place where I go to write on a regular basis, to sort things out and understand my own work.

The site is full of how to videos, podcasts, articles, tips and learning from Deanne in her studio. New content is added four times a month. Join Woolcake for a fresh perspective on a traditional craft. One that instills in you the joy of making and keeps you inspired and wanting to hook wonderful rugs.

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Beginnings

You cannot have a beginning without an ending.  The truly hard part is that both are accompanied by an influx of conflicting emotions; sadness, excitement, fear, anticipation.  These are the hallmarks of change.  At the studio, we are in the midst of many changes.

Our newest addition, Angela, started this week, bringing  enthusiasm and new eyes that will make her a wonderful addition to our little family.  At the same time, we are sadly losing our Georgina, who is pursuing a new life a little farther afield . Needless to say, she  goes with our love and will remain in our hearts as she begins this new phase of her life.

In the meantime, yours truly will attempt to step into her shoes-a  daunting challenge, especially when you consider how truly multi talented and special this lady is.  I have spent the past few weeks trying to absorb all of Georgina’s various responsibilities, shadowing her like Marley’s ghost, as she wrestles with the everyday adventures in running a busy studio while providing endless support to all of us.  Georgina leaves behind a legacy of professionalism , respect and love.  I can assure you with truth that my future is going to encompass many new challenges and experiences as I try to do justice to what she has accomplished.

Here’s to wind in your sails, my friend-you will be very missed.

-Angie

*PHOTO: Who wouldn’t love that gorgeous smile?

The Importance of a Moment

 

We rarely appreciate  the little moments;  a laugh, a hug, a chance encounter.  In retrospect, all of these little vignettes  take on huge importance when life suddenly changes.  How many times do we forget to tell our friends, family and partners how much they mean to us?  Perhaps we are blinded by the outside life noise-the job, the appointments, the groceries; perhaps we are just plain tired and the moment  slips away, not because we don’t care, but because we are just too weary.  Daily life can become an effort and we inevitably shortchange the moments that should matter.

Remembrance Day is a good time to remember, not only our veterans, but those left behind.  Picking up the pieces and carrying on is a monumental task and having someone take a moment to acknowledge your efforts can make a huge difference.  Carrying that philosophy into the days beyond November 11th is important.  There will always be someone who is hurting and we all have the power to help ease the burden.

Lest We Forget…

 

The Lesson

“Today I am going to teach you how to fix the serger.”

My words were greeted with a look of pure horror.  With its complicated array of threads and scary looking technical parts that periodically just refuse to play nice with others,  our serger is known for striking frustration and terror into even the bravest of souls.  I had grimly promised Logan a session in troubleshooting the beast and now the day of reckoning was upon us.  I was scheduled to be out of the shop for the next few days and I knew that the serger would definitely choose to quit during my absence.  I had always joked that  my job security was assured due to the fact that I was one of the few that could brave the mass of moving parts and re-thread the monster, but , out of necessity, it was time to give up my McGyver crown and pass along the torch.  For those of you familiar with our kits and patterns, the serger is the machine that we use to provide a nice finished edge to our patterns, ensuring that they should not become unravelled during  the process of hooking .  It works almost in reverse to a sewing machine, as it cuts a clean edge and binds at the same time.  In fact, picture a sewing machine on steroids. You are faced with four intimidating ways of threading four individual needles-all of which must be done in a special order. Yep-job security at its best.

Logan  bravely took a seat in front of our nemesis as I pulled open the front casing, displaying the innards of the machine or, as I like to call it, the ‘BOWELS OF MORDOR’.  A complicated array of metal bits and levers interspersed with an intimidating Cat’s Cradle of heavy thread stared back at us, visibly taunting my young friend.  She gulped and stared at me, silently begging to be let off of the hook.  Being fairly heartless, there was absolutely no way I was letting her go at this point.  So we began…I explained the complexity of the job, which is actually deceptively simple once you understand the order and educated her on all of the technical jargon, like, ‘grabby bit’, ‘pointy thing’, and various other important terms that every knowledgeable  McGyver apprentice should know.  Moment of truth:   I cut all of the threads off and left her  alone to reassemble it, sweat beading on her brow and hands shaking slightly as she took up the challenge.  A surprisingly few minutes later she called it finished and I went over to inspect her work.  A whoop of delight erupted as I pronounced it perfectly done, quickly followed by a groan of dismay as I cut all of the threads  and gestured back to the machine.

“Again.”(yep-heartless)

By the third re-threading, she was getting more confident and called me over to inspect her work with surety in her voice.  This time, she cut the threads herself and giggled, confidently returning to the task at hand.  Score: Logan:4/Evil Serger:0

I was more than rewarded the next day when I received a photo from Georgina, our lovely manager.  My Logan, confidently re-threading the beast in my absence.

Kudos, young grasshopper, I always knew you could do it, you just had to convince yourself.  Congratulations.

-Angie

Down Time (or How To Hook With A Cat)

There are times when we all could use a little help.  That being said, there are also times when perhaps a little less aid is called for.  I found myself in the latter position on my last day off.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I tend to be a little obsessive about scheduling my days off.  I try to allot my down time in such a way to accomplish as much as possible while still giving myself a bit of much needed relaxation.

Picture a quiet Friday morning, basic housekeeping chores finished, a lovely hot chocolate standing by while I make myself comfortable at my cheticamp frame with an elementary design stretched and ready for my undivided attention.  Of course, a large selection of yarns and fabric are gathered, laying across my burlap as I begin, hook in hand…

Thump! Somehow, my cheticamp is now serving a dual purpose as a comfy cat hammock as one of my supervisory felines decides to position herself across my work space, intent on helping me with what is obviously a task unsuited to an unsupervised human.  This particular cat is incredibly dedicated and goes completely limp at any attempt to remove her from her perch.  Perhaps I should add that a cat that does not wish to be moved automatically triples in body weight, much the same way a cat or dog laying across your legs at night turns into a mass best compared to  a large piece of cement.  A short but fruitless battle of wills ensues with the cat claiming victory as I give up and try to continue my day off ‘me time’ activity, resigned to living with the cattish attention(read: intervention) to detail.  Every piece of fabric and yarn demands scrutiny, sometimes resulting with a fuzzy paw interrupting my hooking flow as a particularly fascinating end proves irresistible.

Jump ahead an hour; my hand is now aching-not from hooking, but from trying to lift the mass of cat from on top of it.  Apparently, wherever my hand is, just so happens to be the ‘perfect’ napping spot and my sweet kitten has the girth of a well fed mountain lion (her alter ego).  Somehow, she senses when I have had enough and leisurely saunters across the burlap and leaps to a nearby chair.  The sag in the burlap lends silent testimony to the war that has been waged.  I stand, tired. but triumphant as I look at the small amount of coverage I have achieved and the tangled mass of fabric that needs to be sorted after suffering intense feline attention. The cat stares serenely from her perch on the chair.  I stare back,  already looking forward to tomorrow night’s challenges…

-Angie

PHOTO: ‘Squeak The Terrible’ at one with the creative process

Legacies…

I had been explaining the ‘recycling’ aspect of rug hooking and how my  grandmother had made use of every piece of fabric in her household even after it had outlived its original purpose.  It is one of my favourite themes; how we have begun to return to lifestyles that reflect a ‘reuse’ aspect and how we can incorporate so much of our own personal history into a lovely hooked rug by simply using clothing that means something.  Everything we wear says something about us, about our special days, about our life experiences.  Keeping those memories alive by incorporating those precious fabrics into a hooked piece will automatically start conversations  that revolve around, “Remember when…”

Every one of us has a small hoard of children’s clothing, school uniforms, wedding dresses, etc-why not turn some of it into a piece of art that will reflect your story?

I could tell by the look on her  face that her loss was still very fresh.  She had been telling me about her own grandmother and how she still kept a collection of her  clothes.  She had no intention of ever wearing them but couldn’t bear the thought of throwing them out or giving them away.  She spoke of a special relationship, of  warm cookies and kitchen dancing, gardens and tea and her Granny’s life of love.  So many good thoughts and treasured memories to snuggle close in her heart.  I could see the wheels turning as she began planning a piece that would reflect everything special about her grandmother and she was going to do it with her own hands using bits of her granny’s favourite clothing.  She excitedly began to  tell me about how the design should involve tea cups, cookies and flowers.  It was all I could do to smile, inside, I was choking up.  Being permitted to share such a moment is an amazing gift and I sincerely hope that her granny’s legacy inspires others to think about doing the same.

 

Perhaps it is time to start your own ‘legacy’ piece?

-Angie

Discoveries

There are times that you just have to pony up and take one for the team.  My day of reckoning came last week when I noticed a small brown paper bag on our table in the studio.  Anyone familiar with the studio knows that the large wooden table by the cash register is the home of the oatcakes and a gathering spot for lunches and communal activities.  Anything food related on the table is generally considered fair game and it has been the staging area for some pretty amazing treats lately.  On this particular day, I was the first to notice an innocuous brown bag that had mysteriously appeared at some point during the afternoon.   It was an unassuming little package with a clear cellophane window that revealed a  glimpse of what appeared to be something vaguely chocolatey (with almonds, no less).  Being the self sacrificing type, I immediately threw myself into action-after all, there was no telling what this might be! It was up to me to taste test and confirm that it was completely safe for the rest of the team.  I valiantly assumed the guinea pig role and took a nibble …and then I seriously considered hiding the bag.  What a delight!  Lovely crispy caramel goodness topped with chocolate, sea salt and almonds-my taste buds rejoiced with every bite.  Where had this magic come from?  I had to know even though it meant giving up the small bag of delectable yummies to my cohorts in order to find an answer.  After somewhat reluctantly sharing, I discovered that Vivian, one of our Thursday lunch group of knitters and crafters had been responsible for the gift.  My mission was clear and the following Thursday I presented myself and begged shamelessly for the recipe and, joy of all joys, she gave it up!

Fast forward to my day off and a shopping trip later.   My cooking day had arrived and the recipe was a simple one. The heady scent of caramel began to waft from my kitchen as I got down to business.   My husband, who has the nose of a good hunting dog, began lurking around, searching for the source of the magical aroma.  Jealously, I guarded my creation, only presenting after it had cooled sufficiently to be enjoyed in all of its glory.

I waved a plate full of little treasures in front of him, grinning.

“What’s this?” He asked of me suspiciously.  To be fair, I have been known to sneak some pretty bizarre mixtures into his diet.

“Just try it.”

The proffered bit of goodness disappeared and I was immediately rewarded with the look that says it all.  Needless to say,  this extremely simple recipe has joined my collection of favourites and will be played with and adapted from this day forward.  Curious?  I have to give credit where credit is due-this version of the recipe came courtesy of the Smitten Kitchen website-chocolate caramel crack(ers).  Give it a try,  it is extremely easy and makes tons. Bon Appétit!  -Angie

 

Woolbox Magic

Every month a special package is carefully designed and assembled for our Woolbox members.  Inspiration for the colours and textures comes from a photo, which is also included.  The thought that goes into the development of each box results in attention to even the smallest detail and enables our team to create truly beautiful combinations.   When the box  is completed, it is then sent out to our members who are delighted by the ever-changing selection of fabric and textures arriving on their doorstep.

Last month, the creativity spoke to me personally.  The colours were inspired by a photograph of fishing buoys, a truly maritime theme. Having spent some years living on the south shore of Nova Scotia, for me,  it brought back the crisp salt air and the conversation of fishermen on the wharf  as they carefully mended treasured nets, weathered and callused fingers weaving an intricate pattern of rope.   Childhood memories of rocks, gulls, starfish and sea urchins-treasures of the sea.  In my heart I still hear the mournful cry of the lighthouse, always comforting.

Such is the magic of our Woolbox and every month a unique photo conjures up fresh inspiration.  Intrigued?  For more details, click under ‘Wool’ on our website and become part of the fun! -Angie

A Typical Day or ‘Why I Love My Job’

There are times when something happens that drives home how very special  our studio is.  I am constantly gratified by the reactions of visitors on their initial visit to the shop, as they slowly wander through the main floor, completely captivated by the riot of colour and texture.  We usually make a point of directing them  around the corner where we assemble kits and orders, then into the little antechamber where Logan is usually happily dyeing a new batch of yarn or wool, always contributing to our lovely inventory of colour.  Chuckles can usually be heard when the washer/dryer combo with their funky graphics come into view quickly followed by gasps of wonder as they discover yet another huge room on the other side.  This space boasts incredibly high ceilings and lovely hardwood floors with a comfy couch and chairs that invite a nice break for chatting.  As always, one of a kind custom pieces hang throughout all of the spaces, displaying Deanne’s limitless talent and imagination.  Deanne’s private studio is visible through large glass doors and our visitors are always amazed at the works in progress  on the large hooking frame that takes up a good part of the space.

Saturday was a day that demonstrated exactly how a welcoming creative space inspires community and kindness.  Several people passed through our doors throughout the day, many from ‘away’ and all making a special effort to stop in as part of their travels.  A lovely lady named Diana popped in and shyly admitted that although she was a gifted knitter, she had little experience with hooking.  A two minute lesson on how to hook was offered and I found it so rewarding to witness her delight as she quickly picked up on the skill.  During her visit, our draw winner, Patsy , stopped in to pick up her  prize.  Everyone in the studio gathered round as she carefully opened her package, revealing a hooked purse.  The oohs and ahs quickly turned to speculation on how to make a similar piece.  Design conversations and oatcakes led to purchases as the ladies became excited by the idea of future projects.  Diana picked up a few items with a promise to return later for a kit that I was in the process of assembling.

True to her word, she returned later in the afternoon with her little dog, Miss Millie.  The two had made the long walk from their campground to our downtown studio!  A bowl of water was provided for Miss Millie and she happily curled up for a rest under the table as her  special person enjoyed a well deserved rest and an oatcake.  We debated for awhile about supplies and projects, exploring various options.  During the course of our conversation, a lovely group of ladies entered the shop and began offering very helpful advice as we explored the best possible supplies for Diana’s future projects.  Lively banter regarding  experiences and places shared ensued as Deanna joined the group, enjoying the fellowship and enthusiasm.  What had started as a short lesson in hooking had now bloomed into new friendships and knowledge as these wonderful ladies offered Diana and Miss Millie a drive back to the campground.  As ladies departed, I was struck once again by the sense of  community that this space brings to all who visit.  From beginners to professionals, all are welcomed and included.  Friendships are forged and knowledge is shared.  Encouragement and advice is offered freely as visitors become part of our family.  I am so grateful to be a part of this magic place.   -Angie

Photo: Paula/Lynn/Deanne/Pattie/Diana (Miss Millie was camera shy)

 

 

Summer?

Although our weather is constantly  reminding us that Nova Scotia can periodically lapse back into winter when you least expect it, there is an air of excitement as we slowly enter the summer months . A lot of activity is going on at the studio these days as our days are filled with kits, wool boxes, pattern of the month and lots of  special projects.  So many colours and textures to play with!  As usual, the humour and good fellowship of our days together produces an amazing array of ideas-some of which will be coming to you very soon.  Enjoy the solstice and keep an eye to our website as new kits, patterns and other colours start to emerge.

-Angie

camaraderie-a thought from Angie

ˌkäməˈrädərē,ˌkaməˈrädərē/

noun

noun: camaraderie

  1. mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together.
synonyms: friendship, comradeship, fellowship, companionship, fraternity, conviviality;

mutual support, team spirit, esprit de corps;

 

Laughter drifts from the other room where my new friends and colleagues are working on various projects.  All of us are busily engaged, surrounded by colourful islands of amazing fabrics and yarns.  I am just around the corner, assembling kits and out of sight for the moment, completely absorbed in what I am doing but grinning ear to ear as I listen to the conversations and the giggling from our work room.     All of us, Deanne included, are busily sorting and cutting, sharing thoughts and experiences as we work.   I feel like I have known these special people for a long time, that I have always been a part of this magical space.  After four weeks in this environment, I am secure in the knowledge that laughter is always going to be a part of my daily studio experience.  How wonderful is that?

A New Journey Begins…

Being the new kid on the block can be intimidating but not so in Deanne’s wonderful studio.  I have been welcomed with open arms and included in the magic of this lovely creative space.  My name is Angie and you will be hearing from me now and then with little updates and thoughts.

As an artist, I have found that my various adventures over the years have landed me in some unique situations-all opportunities for learning and growth.  I firmly believe in a much loved saying that pertains to my life’s journey; ‘Ever teaching, ever taught.’   I can foresee a bright future of putting that philosophy into good use here.  For a first post, I will keep this short and assure you that every positive thing that you have heard about Deanne and her studio is quite true and I look forward to bringing you my little adventures as time passes.  Let the fun begin!!

Who ever imagined….

I never imagined when I was this little that I would be an artist. I had never seen a hooked rug. This picture is of my earliest memory. I remember very little about the day my oldest sister was married but I do remember the dress and I can still see the deep red velvet of those roses and the baby’s breath. I was two, almost three. When we look at pictures of ourself as a child it feels as if it all happened in another land. We had no idea where we were going. When we look at where we are we can see so many detours that we took along the way that led us to our current place.

Who ever knows what they will end up doing. I have not picked up my hook today but I did write the introduction to my next book. It will be about twenty five years of making rugs and will have images from over the years. This afternoon I will go to my frame , humbly, as the rug I am working on is not going along as planned. I will also approach it hopefully, because I have learned you just never know. The beauty slips in unexpectedly sometimes and wakes you up to new ideas, new beauty, that is to follow. In writing the introduction to a book about twenty five years of making rugs, I had to think a lot about the past and what I might have hoped for.Then my brother in law posted this picture on Facebook and I was thrown back to another time, a time when possibility did not matter. A time when all I had to do was reach out my hand for a sister to hold. Whenever I write I go into the past.writing makes me evaluate and sift. Writing a book is like making rug. When you are in the middle of it you have no idea if it is any good but you go back to it with hope and humility, time and time again.

Art is Everywhere


Beauty is more important than perfection when you are making art. If you were performing heart surgery, well perfection would rule. There is no doubt.

Scientists and mathematicians also talk about beauty though. There is beauty in everything.

We only have to open our eyes.

Last week I spent the week in Manhattan, looking at galleries, and seeing art everywhere. I learned so much in that week. If you asked what I learned, I would be hard pressed to list it, I just know that I came away with a new inspiration, a new vision, a new appreciation.

I feel like I love cities more, but I also love country roads more. They are completely juxtaposed, and I am so thankful for both. Today I am excited to be back in my studio, thrilled really. I am ready to hook. I drew a design on before I left and I wondered if I would be interested in it when I got back. Actually I am more interested in it. I want to hook it with all the influences have had. I actually see it in a different way.

There is so much beautiful art in the world. It is in the music, the buildings, the way people dress, the shoes, the jewelry, the stone work, the food, the decor, it is everywhere, and that is not just in Manhattan, that is everywhere.

Art is everywhere.

Look for it, Deanne

Hooking Impressionistic Floral Gardens – 2018 Winter Online Workshop

This years online workshop is hooking your own Floral Garden.  Join Deanne this March and create something beautiful.

This course will be about hooking floral gardens in an impressionist style to create a modern rug with painterly elements. We will be working through the winter, thinking of summer, and the beauty and scent and feeling it brings as we learn to turn simple and pleasing shapes into impressionistic flowers.

Flowers are full of meaning and we celebrate with them.

Flowers are more than just the beautiful petals, they are nested in their natural surroundings, greenery, ferns, grasses, and all the depth that lies under these.
Hooking this workshop will be a feast for our senses. Scent, form, beauty, flow, and touch.
The Studio will be offering several packages for this course, pattern, wool, course and a kit.
Please look for these on the website  at http://www.hookingrugs.com.

 

 

Rug Hooking Tip: My wool is always at hand

I don’t store my wool because I want it at hand. I just fold it on my shelves and keep it out where I can see it.

I think everyone who hooks needs to find a way of displaying their wool so that you can see what you have st your fingertips. It makes colour planning and choosing easier.

So when people ask how I store my wool, I guess the answer is I don’t.

White lights for winter

One thing I love about the winter is white lights. They are just so comforting. It is my favorite thing to do in the evening , turning on those bright white lights outside and the little set in my studio. My daughter made me the little signs, focused and fabulous ( I just did not want you to think I made them for myself, lol I might be a bit of a diva but that would be going too far). There is something so cozy about turning on these little stations of light for ourselves. My Christmas decorating is kept pretty simple. A crèche. Always a crèche. Somewhere close to the holidays I will put up a tree and put out bowls of lemons with a few cloves in them. Last weekend my husband bought walnuts in the shell and a pomegranate, that is Christmas too. But I start with the white lights early and I let them linger through out the winter.

I think we need it here in this cold dark climate. Personally I need those little lights to brighten up the evenings and make me cozy. Such a small thing, but it makes me feel special. In the media we have heard lots about hyyge, the Danish art of living well in a cold climate. I believe we have that here in Canada but we just don’t have a word for it. We all know that you have to have throws on your couches, wood in the woodbox, and warm soft sweaters. It is a cultural thing. Most of us have at least one piece of buffalo plaid, especially this year as it is all the rage, and we all know the colours of the stripes in a Hudson Bay blanket. We get winter. We get cozy. We were hyyge before hyyge was hip.I have to say though that I love it that the Danish have a word for it and have made it a thing because when you wake up in the dark and go home from work in the dark you need hygge. It makes total sense.

Caught off Guard

Here I am on a rainy morning.It is too wet to walk but it will clear later in the day. I am in the cozy nest of my own home. I had to go to Halifax yesterday for my sister in laws’ book launch and we drove home late last night. That is not uncommon for us . We love being home. I recently completed this set of tiny landscapes for my home. During the last workshop we visited my friend Allison’s home to see her collection of 50 landscapes that I made. One the participants asked me if I had a set in my home and a light bulb went on. I wanted to create a set for myself and here they are. Denice, Georgina and I spent all afternoon finishing up the binding and framing on Wednesday and I hung them Wednesday night. When I came down the stairs on Thursday morning I was taken aback by them. I love that feeling of being caught off guard by your own work. It only happens sometimes. Oh but when it does. It feels so good. I made these 36 set in March or November. Mostly I hook them as if they were summer but I wanted a much more subtle colour range for this group. I learn about colour from each one. Individually they are studies but as a whole they are a completed painting in wool.

Summer Roses

Some colour combinations are such classics. Take this one of red, black, white and lime. They are almost sure to look good together.

I can think of others such as …

Orange and denim blue

Pale yellow and soft blue

Lime and turquoise

Mauve and brown

These combinations and many others give you a feeling. They work together in a special way.

In this rug I started out knowing the combination of colours even before I decided upon the subject. Red roses are a favorite of mine to hook so they were a natural compliment to the black and white pots. In the long thin rug I chose a coral for the pot just to change it up because I knew that coral and red always work well together in my rugs.

The stems needed to be noticeable and stand out from the background but I did not want their curvy nature to overtake the rug. If I had chosen a bright colour that is all you would see. The deep green real works well I think. 

Sometimes colour is your first inspiration!

Butterflies

You might need some colour inspiration.

You might need to look at form.

You might have one landing on your hand right now.

Butterfly. Butterfly.

Watching them fly around so beautifully

Made me want to hook rugs. 

I hope it does the same for you. 

Beauty in abundance. Everywhere.

Summer in a garden.

Fresh strawberries down the road. 

Soon to be a bowl on your table. 

The slightest breeze.

White sheets on clothelines.

New potatoes. 

Old friends.

Knowing your blessings.

Feeling your abundance. 

The evening light. 

Sunshine.

Summer. 

The Myth of Cattiness

I just wanted to say…

I have been surrounded by great women all my life.

And that I think that the notion that women are mean and catty is mostly a myth. 

Anyone can be. I can be. Maybe you can be that way too. Mostly though all my life and right up to today I have personally found that women are good to each other. 

My earliest memories are of my mother’s friends. Names like Edna, Kitty, and Mary come to mind. They shared their lives. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes sad. I still see them on the street or in each other’s kitchens passing stories, being each other’s blessing.

I watched my mother look after her friend Ann Bartlett when Ann was sick and dying. For a year I went to the Bartlett’s for school lunch because that is where mom would be. I would go in and visit Ann at her bedside and she was so happy to hear about my day. When I think of my mom I know that is who she was. She was a woman who loved and cared for her friend who was dying. That single act of caring in my mothers life makes her amazing to me.

 Then there was my Aunt Beth. I watched her go to summer school and get educated. I saw her good judgement and kind heart. She lived through loss and saw the importance of the joy to be found in each other. She loved her seven neices and was so proud of us. She was always telling you how good you were. I still think of her as someone to emulate.

In my Aunt Mary and my Aunt Nell I saw business women who were generous and kind but sharp as tacks. My Aunt Nell ran two boarding houses in Brooklyn, New York. She would send me an outfit, or my mom a cheque for $50. She stayed in touch and loved us. She worked hard and held her shoulders back and her head high.

 Aunt Mary was always there in St.John’s to welcome us from around the bay. Her house was a welcome home. I would watch my mother with her sisters and sisters in law and know that there was comfort in getting along. They were all women I try to be like. 

Except for Aunt Mary and the overnight guests. Sorry I am just no good at that. I do though sent people out of my house with food I made or got on sale somewhere like she used to do.

I have six sisters of my own. I never really grew up with them as most were left the house shortly after I came along but they have always surrounded me like a quilt. I remember them coming home for the weekend with gifts for me. New colouring books.  I love them all and they love me. I watched them get married, get educated, have children and grandchildren. All their stages came before mine and watching them prepared me and still prepares me. It is like a video of what may come. Everyone of them is different and I love each one in their own way. It is because of them that I go educated. There was no other way. You got yourself educated and you got a job and you looked after yourself.

I have two good sister in laws. My mother in law took me in to her family easily and was kind and generous with her time and also with her advice. When she was alive I rolled my eyes ( right in front of her) but now that she is gone and I am older there is so much of it I follow that it sometimes worries me. 

My daughter is like a dream come true. I could not imagine a better one. 

Then there are the women I work with at the studio and 30 Church.  They are pretty great. We all have our moments but we all have our gifts. Everyday I learn from them and watch them grow into themselves. They are soooo good to me.

Then there are my good friends. We went to school together or raised families together. They know you. You know them.

 I never feel afraid to walk out of the room at work or with my friends, or my sisters, or my co workers or any of the women I surround myself with. 

Do they sometimes talk about me?

 Well yes. I can be a pain in the arse. 

That is not the question. The question is do they care about me?

The question is when it comes down to it do the people you surround yourself with have your back?

It is natural to talk about each other. 

It is fine really as long as you also talk to each other about whatever it is that you say about each other. 

That is the rule I try to follow. Sometimes it is impossible but when I can I like to bring things to the surface. I do not like to talk about some one unless I am able to talk to them about it.

I am no Pollyanna. I know we can be hard on each other. 

Recently I heard a woman talk about another woman with great disregard. I was just in the room, not part of the conversation. And I was shocked. 

I have been thinking about it for weeks. It really bothered me.

The more I think about it though I realize I was shocked because this was the exception. Mostly in my life I do not hear women tear down other women. Mostly I see and have seen and still hear them build each other up. 

Cattiness is really not that common in my world. That might be because I don’t make any room for it but I also think that it is not as common as we are lead to believe.

I watch women in my community every day support and be kind to each other. It is mostly what I see. 

When one woman  is sick, another woman is organizing a parade of meals. When another woman is having a hard time, her friends are making sure that someone is dropping in regularly.

I think women have got a bum wrap in the cattiness department. 

Sure when we were young there was some cattiness.

Sure there is a bit a gossip. 

Sure we can be hard on each other.

But really what do we see mostly? 

I see women reaching out to each other. 

I see them praying for each other.

And I see them putting out their hands for each other so they can help another woman step up to the plate. 

I have seen it all my life.

The rug in progress

One of the most difficult things about starting a rug is deciding which colour to start with. That first colour determines all the other colours that you will use.  I hate to colour plan the entire rug in the beginning. It is just not the way I work. Instead I like every colour I add to help determine the next colour. 

So colour planning is not something I really do. It is more like colour processing. Through out the whole rug I am processing the colours I choose and deciding if they are right.

For me if I worked out all the colours before I started I would have the puzzle worked out. The fun would be gone. I like to make it part of the whole process.

Yesterday I worked on this pot. I knew from the start that the pot would be black and white but the teal stems evolved. I had imagined green but then chose three shades of blue and hooked them in. The teal won. 

I think black and white will appear again in my rugs. It is such an easy palette to jump off. 

Meeting Doris

This week we had a fashion show in Moncton, a small city north of Amherst for 30 Church Women’s Clothing. Before the show I sat with a 91 year old woman, Doris,  who had travelled the world, and eventually came home to retire. Our conversation was easy. It was not about what Doris did but about what she was doing. When ever I meet someone older who is living a full life it makes me embrace aging even more. 
The thing about getting older and wiser is really true for many people. You carry so much experience with you. You have sorted through so many ideas. You know yourself more, and therefore you know more because it is always that struggle between self and the world around it that needs sorting out. 

For me turning fifty was critical in coming to terms with aging. I have lived over half a century. Surely there has to be some serious learning in half a century. I always felt like an old soul. I would have to say I see that same old soulness in my children. Some people have that way about them.  But at turning fifty I feel that I am not just an old soul, I am actually an older person. And this morning at least, I like that and meeting Doris at the fashion show inspired me to embrace aging. 

It is not about what I have done, that is just collected knowledge. It is about what I am doing on any given day, at any given moment. Being thankful for peace of mind and a healthy body.

I just love meeting people who inspire me. When I got to work the next day, there was a message from Doris, thanking me for the visit the night before.

She gets me. I get her. 

Aging is just part of life. 

Life stays good.

Singily Skipping Along

Today was a lot of fun. Sheree came to read the book I illustrated for her on YouTube. And we kinda had a Singily Skipping Along kinda day.  

We went to 30 Church and got her in some dresses, had our nails painted at Damaris and then had tea, dim sum and wonton soup at Victoria Faire. It is so nice to be able to do all that within a block of the studio. We did not actually skip but almost. It was a happy day. 

The book has been out now for over three years but when she reads it to me again it feels new to me. It is the only time I ever illustrated a children’s book, and it was really something to be part of. It took a winter to make all the rugs and part of that time was imagining the words as images. Not in too literal  a way, but a beautiful way. That was the trick. 

It was one of the loveliest projects I have worked on over the years. Both Sheree and Nimbus Publishing were fun and easy to work with. It was a happy collaboration. Spending time together today made me think about what else I might like to work on. 

You can see the video on Youtube. 

Singily Skipping Along

Things I love more as I get older

There are things I love more as I get older….

humility, that softening of heart and soul,

high heels

and comfortable shoes.

Lipstick, my mother told me I would,

gentleness,

good manners,

and quick wit, the kind that catches you by surprise.

Youthfulness in the young, but especially the old.

Lines around other people’s eyes

(I am still coming to terms with my own).

Marriage

and faith in all it’s forms.

A kiss on the top of my head from someone who has known me forever,

or at least twenty years.

The smell of fresh air on someone I love.

A bath before bed.

A good story from the horses’ mouth.

Cozy sweaters

and fried eggs.

These things seem to matter more now than ever.

Studio in March

Clementines is our new studio treat. Do not worry , we still have oatcakes but for those of us there everyday we need some fruit. 

I was looking recently at store windows when I visited Montreal and there were bowls of clementines everywhere. It looked good so I want them here too. 

My new desk is working well. I have room to draw and to write. 

I have finished four new rugs in the last few weeks. Ones I had been working for awhile. It feels good to have new work on the walls. 

We are looking forward to clear roads and visits from you! 

Art is everywhere

I look for it, it’s true.

I want to find it everywhere.

I see it in the window boxes.

In the windows. 

In the galleries for sure.

In the churches, art is all about the Mystery.

On the street you might find it in the shadows. 

In a restaurant it might be on your plate, or it might be overhead.

When you broaden your definition, the art world opens up for you. 

Art is everywhere.

It in the fine things.

It might be in the squashed cardboard on the street. 

Or the way the snow and ice are melting in the winter sun.

It hangs on the walls. 

It lays on the floor. 

It is stacked interestly on shelves with love and care and attention. 

Beauty built, carved, designed for eyes to see and hearts to feel. 

Emotional connection. 

Find the art. Find the feeling.

Art is waiting for you. 

Look anywhere at all.


25 the Anniversary Pattern

25th-anniversary-rug

I ‘ve decided on an anniversary pattern and it will be geraniums.

Why geraniums?

Well they are hardy, like you have to be if you have been in business for twenty five years.

They are a simple plant, no fuss, and there they are from May to early November, showing up everyday, still blooming. Sometimes I forget to water them, other times the rain pours on them. Either way they manage with just a little bit of attention.

They also remind me of how I see a community. I want to be the person who chooses to plant geraniums to make their community a little prettier. Somehow geraniums remind me of the importance of giving back. It is such a simple thing to do and it reminds me that small things matter a great deal in a community.

You’ll notice the four white houses in the background of the pattern. They are there to represent community. When I moved my business into town , one of the things I decided was that I would commit myself to the community. It has been good to me, and I must try to be good to it. Building and supporting my community is an important part of  my everyday life.

So is beauty. I love to see the storefronts in our downtown in full summer bloom. It makes coming to work, walking the street, and driving by a little sweeter for everyone.

I think of geraniums as an old fashioned flower. It is traditional.

But it isn’t meek. It is quite showy. And I kinda like that about them. Plain but showy. I relate.

So this is a very simple pattern but it is meaningful to me and part of my celebrating twenty five years.

We have listed it on the online shop here.

Twenty five years and counting

For twenty five years I have been hooking rugs and running a business around it.

For twenty five years I have been an artist.

That is a reason to celebrate.

Twenty five years and counting.

I began with a two thousand dollar loan from my mother and an old trunk and hutch in my front room that I used to sell supplies from. 

My sister Joan, God Bless her heart, bought many of my early rugs. So did my other sisters. They were all supportive. 

My mother wondered what the heck I was doing as I had just graduated with a masters degree in counselling but had decided I wanted to hook rugs for a living. She had right to wonder. She had not hooked rugs for sixty five years but she started again.

I never wondered. Everyday I did something that would make my business a little better.

For a while I spent more money than I made. I poured any money I made back into my business. 

My husband paid the household bills. Being married really made a difference. It was so much easier knowing I did not have to pay the light bill.

I paid an employee before I paid myself. I needed help as there was so much to do. 

When I think back to my early years in business I think of packing cards late at night. 

I loved pretty much every minute of it. 

I still do. 

Today I am trying to come up with a small pattern to celebrate twenty five years. I went to bed last night thinking about it and I woke up this morning thinking about. That is what it is like. What you do is just part of you all the time.

Twenty five years of grace. 

Twenty five years of beauty. 

Twenty five years and counting.

Grateful for the years gone by. 

Hopeful for the years to come.

Prayers and Blessings.

Joy.

We are the community

On Friday night as I was going to Duncan’s for nachos I stopped by the new downtown rink. There was a couple of families skating and playing on the ice.

After dinner another group was out for Friday night skate. 

It was so good to see that kind of vibrancy.

The other day on instagram, Cumberland Public Library posted a book called “This is Where You Belong: The Art and Science of Loving the Place Where You Live.” I checked it out because I thought the title was good advice. You have to love the community you live in. When you do it is better for everyone. We can all take some responsibility for making the town a better place. It is easy really to commit to some little thing that makes your town better. It can be tiny. It can be big. Either way , we are the community and we need to carry it out, to make it happen.

In her book, Melody Warwick says that simple things increase the happiness factor you feel about your community. She suggests getting out and walking, volunteering, shopping and eating local, being creative,and  knowing your neighbors are just a few ways of loving the place where you live.

I remember years ago there was a woman being interviewed on the radio about her home. She said, “It’s not what you got, it’s how you keep it.” Whether you live in a mansion or something more humble how you keep your place says alot about you. I think the same can be said about our community. A town does not have to be growing to be good. Goodness comes in all sorts of ways. It does not have to be big to be a great place to live. There are many communities much smaller than ours that are amazing places to live

Last summer a visitor was sitting in the window of my studio for a couple of days while she was here on a workshop. She was watching all the comings and going and she said,”This place is like Cedar Creek off the tv.” I wanted to say Cedar Creek is idyllic. It is on the water. Everyone there is beautiful.

But I did not. Instead I listened to what she said and looked at it from her perspective. We live in a small place where people know each other. She was here watching the community and she had a valuable persective.She was watching how we treat and interact with each other.  I have thought about that a lot. Especially when I doubt Amherst. I remember that we are a community. We are in a constant state of change because we are made of people. People come and go. Their needs and abilities change. People change with in themselves. Because of this communities change.

We are even more of a community than Cedar Creek because we are real. It was really interesting to see our community from her perspective.

Small things that do not  cost a lot like the outdoor rink, or the big block walk through the downtown (3 times around is two kilometres) add to the life of our village. It creates a sense of place, something for people to do and enjoy. When we live here it is our responsibility to create and find the joy in the community. There is buzz  in seeing people enjoy and utilize their community. We are all strengthened by it. It is our job to make them happen;to work together to create beauty in the community.

Thanks to the town for listening to the community and working to make it just a little bit more like those sweet little towns on tv.We might not be Cedar Creek, but we’re Amherst.