Friday, March 20, 2015

It Certainly Sounds Like Spring

The birds were singing like crazy when Cairo and I took our walk on the beach this morning.  Someone in town saw an osprey on a nest, and the squirrels in our back yard are, well, twitterpated.  It's really noisy outside these days.  How do they know it is spring?  You could fool me, as I sit here gazing out the window at yet another snow storm.   I'm not sure it will ever be warm enough to swim in the bay again.  But I can't complain -- the eastern coast of Canada has been hit hard this week.  I read that Nova Scotia got 37 inches of snow between Sunday and Wednesday.  So it could be so much worse here.  And Pete did get our peas planted on St. Patrick's Day, even though there was still snow on the ground.  The yard looks so awful right now.

I am off to Farmhouse Quilt Company tomorrow to do another Saturday Sampler Class, although everyone is welcome for open hooking too.  I'll be showing the students how I finish my rugs with piping and hand sewing -- I gave up whipping years ago.  I hated doing it and I know from  experience that is much easier to repair the edge of a rug with piping than with whipping.  Come join us if you are on the North Fork.

I would be remiss if I didn't announce my husband Peter's first solo show of his sculptures at ILLE Arts, 216a Main Street, Amagansett, New York.  The opening is tomorrow, March 21, from 5 to 7 pm. Here is a link to the website:  ILLE Arts.   Wish him good luck!

Monday, March 9, 2015

In Like a Lion

This has been the fiercest winter I can remember, and the first week of March was no different.  It snowed all day last Thursday -- snowed and snowed and snowed.  Pete usually plants our peas on St. Patrick's Day and I am not so sure the many feet of snow will be gone by then.  I am hoping it will melt, and that the crocus and daffodils will appear no worse for the wear.

I have been designing new rugs, and hooking away on the Saturday Sampler I designed for my students at the Farmhouse Quilt Company. Judy Warasilla, who has been hooking with me since my first class at the quilt shop, has already finished her rug! I love her color choices. Here it is, along with photographs of our last class. I'll be having Open Hooking at the quilt shop tomorrow from10 to 3 if you would like to join us.









Friday, February 27, 2015

Can't Wait for Tomorrow!

Why can't I wait for tomorrow?  It is not only the last day of February -- which means spring is getting closer -- but it is also the Peconic Ruggers' February Pot Luck Luncheon and Hook In!  Please join is!

Peconic Ruggers Potluck Lunch and Hook In this Saturday, February 28, 2015, from 10 AM to 3 PM at the Riverhead Library, 330 Court Street, Riverhead, New York.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Neptune

When did they start naming snowstorms?  

I woke up really early this morning -- before 5 -- and just snuggled under the down comforter for awhile, listening to the storm.  I love how snow muffles normal sounds, how it softens the edges of the world for a little bit.  I got up to watch the sunrise over the bay -- we have a tiny winter water view between two houses when the leaves are off the trees.  But there's no sun today!  So I broke open the bag of Vietnamese coffee beans our God-daughters sent us from their recent trip to Asia, steamed some milk, and nestled into the couch to read All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr (which is exquisitely written).  

Today is my day off -- from everything.  After I post this, I am unplugging for the day.  I'm turning the computer and my cell phone off and unplugging the land line.  I need some quiet time.  I'm taking care of our neighbor's four dogs -- 3 Labradors and a slightly spoiled French Bulldog.  I love them, and I don't mind, but that's a lot of dog to shepherd through the snow.  Cairo, who turned 13 on Friday the 13th, is struggling with his allergies and all the salt on the roads and sidewalks and seems to need constant attention.  Pete and I have just spent two weeks housing and helping a friend who needed some TLC, and I've been struggling to design new rug patterns and kits for this year in between preparing for classes.  So I am feeling a bit . . . Stretched?  Scattered?  Saturated?  Whatever the word is, I need some solitude.  So today will be a quiet one, shoveling snow and snuggling on the sofa with my new book and my old dog.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

I ❤️ Teaching

I have been teaching two wonderful groups of quilters how to rug hook at the Farmhouse Quilt Company.  The women have all taken to rug hooking quickly -- not a surprise since they all make quilts and do other crafts.  Two students, both named Judy, are particularly prolific.  I think they've finished more rugs this past year than I have!

Here is Judy W. with her version of my White Whale Tavern.  She hooked it with thrifted wool, except for the background, which is one of my hand-dyed wools.  That's her husband, Gene, helping her display the rug.  What a terrific job!

Judy and Gene and The White Whale Tavern
And here is my other Judy -- Judy L. -- displaying her version of my pattern Long May It Wave.  She gave it to her daughter-in-law for Christmas.  Lucky girl, that daughter-in-law.
Judy at the Farmhouse Quilt Company

Both Judys are working on the Saturday Sampler I designed just for their class.  I'm sure they will have theirs finished before I finish mine.

I also got a great email this week from a customer who purchased my fox terrier pattern.  Meet Sugar the Fox Terrier, hooked by Niheala:


I love the way Niheala turned my abstract border into a field of flowers and added the landscape behind the dog!  

It is always a thrill for me to see how people interpret my patterns.  If you've hooked one, send it along and I will post it here.





Sunday, February 1, 2015

February Rug Show & Hook In

I just received this from Sherry Paisley who runs the Newtown Rug Show.  Sounds like fun.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Yet Again

More snow this morning.  I was out early (6 am) to pick up a friend who needed a ride.  I was driving near Mill Creek at dawn and there -- smack in the middle of the road standing tall on the yellow line -- was a Great Blue Heron.  He was so majestic.  I am praying that he flew away and did not get hit . . . Apparently they don't always migrate south, especially here where it is pretty temperate.  He made the wrong decision to stay here this year, lol.

I am prepping for a repeat of my Key to My Heart needle punch class at Farmhouse Quilt Company tomorrow.  How I love teaching there!  Such a great space, and such great people to spend time with.