Found on Beach.

My next hooked piece will be titled, Found on Beach.  It will be another in my Mother Earth Speaks series.  This one will depict the litter that we humans create, which ends up on beaches.  I cringe every time I see people release helium balloons, which often end up in water and choke animals.  Beach goers leave behind all sorts of trash, including cigarette butts.  Other litter washes ashore from far off places.

As for the design of this piece, I think I will hook a child’s pail and shovel on a sandy beach. This could be almost any beach in the world.  I will affix different kinds of trash that I have collected.  I haven’t yet figured out how I will do this, but as I get into creating this piece, I’m sure it will all come together.

I’ve designed and hooked a number of Cape Cod beach-inspired pieces and can’t wait to start hooking this one.  I spot-dyed some sand-colored wool and will decide what color to make the pail and shovel.  I prefer to make decisions as I work.  This sometimes makes for “reverse hooking” as I change my mind about things, but that’s not a problem. 

Tree leaves and daffodils have really come out this past week.  Our redbud trees, once tiny twigs, are showing their beautiful magenta blossoms.  Robins are gathering nesting materials.  This new season is in full swing!

There’s a lot of beauty out there and in the new life all around us.

Gathering inspiration for my next piece.

Gathering inspiration for my next piece.

A beach junk sculpture in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

A beach junk sculpture in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

Spring break.

My spring break was a break from rug hooking.  It was a “staycation” filled with caring for the neighbors’ hens and guineas and enjoying a visit from our son, who lives on the other side of the States.

I have many, many eggs from those young and prolific hens and will most likely make another batch of pickled beet eggs.  They keep a long time in the refrigerator.  I love them sliced on a salad or eaten as-is.  The egg yolks from these insect-eating hens are bright orange and oh, so delicious!

This week, I hope to steam the super-secret rug I’m working on.  I need to steam it before I add some yarn and another element to finish the design.  It’s different than my usual rugs and I wish I could show it to you.  I also continue to save plastic bits and bobs for my plastic pollution rugs that are in the planning stages.

Spring has definitely sprung here in south central Pennsylvania.  It’s an exciting time of year filled with the promise of things to come.

There’s a lot of beauty out there in the yellow of daffodils and the orange of freshly laid eggs.

The first of many daffodils in our little cemetery.

The first of many daffodils in our little cemetery.

Some of the neighbors’ hens admiring their early morning work.

Some of the neighbors’ hens admiring their early morning work.

My old girls still lay a few eggs, which I scramble up and feed back to them.

My old girls still lay a few eggs, which I scramble up and feed back to them.

Come on in and visit a while.

Come on in and visit a while.

Channeling a bit of springtime.

Channeling a bit of springtime.

Whatever the season, frogs and crows are part of the display.

Whatever the season, frogs and crows are part of the display.

Colors of spring.

I know that spring is definitely on the way when I go to the Woolwrights’ hook-in in Lancaster, PA.  Those ladies do a superb job putting on this annual event.  There were many wonderful vendors and lots of rug hookers sharing their beautiful rugs.  The Magdalena Rug Hookers, the group I’m in,  had a nice turnout and did some impressive shopping and hooking!

I took my Harvest Moon rug and whipped most of the border.  I was so happy to find Lopi yarn to match the fuschia wool that I dyed.  I will finish it up this week and fix the back of the rug for hanging.  Then when I host Breakfast Club on March 29th, I will exchange this rug for a fabulous mosaic of pumpkins by Jo Alexander.  I cannot wait!  I will share photos when the exchange takes place.

I have finished my week of animal wifery for the neighbors’ 28 hens and 13 guinea fowl.  I have a refrigerator filled with the most colorful eggs!  They are destined for several quiches and the rest will be made into delicious pickled beet eggs.  What a treat!

I’m still pondering what rug I’ll do next as I work on a super-secret rug for a group project.  There is an idea percolating in the back of my brain.

There’s a lot of beauty out there and in a room full of rug hookers and a henhouse filled with egg layers. 

Happy spring!

My favorite way to bind a rug. Roll linen over cotton clothesline, baste in place, and whip with yarn.

My favorite way to bind a rug. Roll linen over cotton clothesline, baste in place, and whip with yarn.

Yummy colors everywhere at the hook-in!

Yummy colors everywhere at the hook-in!

Look at these colors! Rich brown, pale brown, light blue, light green, olive green and white!

Look at these colors! Rich brown, pale brown, light blue, light green, olive green and white!

 

Saving time?

Right now I have three super-secret hooking projects that I can’t share.  That’s always a problem when it comes to writing my blog. I seem to be in a slump without a new rug to design and hook.  I had quite a slump a year or so ago and it took a while to dig myself out of it.  Perhaps the Woolwrights’ hook-in this coming weekend will help to inspire me.  All the wool!  The colors!  The rug show!  See? I’m feeling better already.

I have been looking for signs of spring in spite of the ongoing snowstorms. I’m sure there are daffodils and crocus [croci?] pushing up through the cold earth. It’s just hard to find them under the snow.  I actually did have an egg from my old hens, which always amazes me.  I don’t know who laid it, but of the four hens, the youngest one might be seven years old.  That is optimistic determination and a sure sign of spring.

I seem go through a slump every year when “they” turn the clocks ahead.  Daylight Saving Time.  Does it save time?  I know I’m in a tiny minority of people, who don’t like this time change.  I don’t think I personally know anyone who agrees with me.  I don’t mean to dampen anyone’s excitement for the longer daylight hours and warmer temps.  Go for it!  Get outside and revel in it!

In the meantime, I’ll light some candles and leave offerings to my Muse.  She always comes through for me in her own good time.

There’s a lot of beauty out there and some of it is hiding under the snow.

Who laid this hopeful sign of spring? Elphaba? Tillie? Charlotte? PeepPeep?

Who laid this hopeful sign of spring? Elphaba? Tillie? Charlotte? PeepPeep?

Asking my Muse for inspiration.

Asking my Muse for inspiration.

 

Beyond rug hooking.

Is it wrong to say that the confluence of Passover, Easter, and the second Blue Moon of the year takes precedence over rug hooking?  That is what has been going on here this past week.  I’ve been looking out and beyond the rug hooking studio.

I did do some more hooking on the background of my Tombstone Angel rug, but I’ll wait to show it when I’ve added some soft colors to the wings.  My artistic energy has been funneled into other happenings this week.  Animal care has taken center stage and may do that again this week.  Two of our four dogs are elderly and have some special needs. 

Signs of spring are here, but must be searched out.  I did hear the Spring Peepers, which always excites me.  The daffodils in Daniel Peifer’s cemetery are up about four or five inches with the suggestion of buds.  I haven’t toured the front gardens yet, but I’ll bet there are a few crocuses adding a bit of color here and there.  I hope your land is awakening, too.

I hope to have some hooking to show you next time. 

There’s a lot of beauty out there and in the subtle signs of spring.

One of my hens was in the Easter spirit!

One of my hens was in the Easter spirit!