We celebrated Father's day this morning with pancakes and lots of
butter and syrup. No kids, just our pets, who really are our kids, now
that I see this in print. The dogs love having bites of pancake with syrup...not very healthy, but hey, I don't make them very often.
I scored some used wool clothes this past week at a thrift store I didn't know even existed in Taos. I
'm happily tearing them apart in my spare moments. I discovered one of the men's sport coats is actually hand woven tweed from Scotland (Harris Tweed). Just as I was feeling I couldn't cut into it, I found a couple of small tears in the fabric anyway. I guess if I'm going to embrace this new passion of rug hooking, I'd better get used to such things. I'm loving hooking with the yarn...I'm almost finished with my little kit I got from Judy Taylor. In fact, I'm hoping to get my own design transferred to linen before the end of this evening. I am a woman possessed (again).
We've been having fun dyeing. I'll attach some photos to share the color with you. The days are perfect for working outside all day. I found a bunch of yarn (I'd call it rag wool because of its barber pole look) I got some years back at the wool mill on Prince Edward Island...some is two ply, some is three...some is two plies of dark brown with one ply of white, and vice versa. I originally purchased all of it to knit socks (my passion at that point in history) but am now having fun over dyeing it for my new rug stash. I just love having a new hobby...it gives me an excuse to buy a whole bunch of new books, study up, and collect more stuff. Stuff! I love stuff! One can never have too much, right?