Happy Hooker Once More

Okay, next time I start whining -- about anything -- just hand me my rug hook, would you? I kind of forget everything else while I'm hooking. Nothing matters but the strips of wool and the hook pulling them through.

I'm working away at the inch-wide border that goes all the way around. It's a very dark red colour (almost black until you hold it up against something else) and I can't really tell from the side I hooked if I'm going to like it, but c'est la vie. Because there are so many different colours in this piece, it'll look completely different when I do the other three sides anyway, and my experience has been that things always look much better when they're finished than when you've only done a bit. It takes everything to come together as a whole to look as if it all belongs.

Once I get this border finished, I'll press this and my first rughooking piece and leave them to dry overnight. I've always joked that I'm afraid of the iron, but in this case, I think I really am! I'm always nervous whenever I do something for the first time -- particularly with crafts -- because I'm afraid I'll wreck them. But I need to learn how to finish the edges and I can't do that until they're pressed.

I'm trying to figure out how the pieces (rug, cording, and binding) all come together. If I can't figure it out by tomorrow, maybe I'll wander up to River Gallery and just ask Sande to show me what goes where, and when, assembly-wise. (Maybe I'll see if Dr. Munchkin wants to go for a drive, since she asked me yesterday if I'd show her how to hook.)

Okay, quick bite to eat and then back to hooking.

(See what I mean? Addicted!)