A celebration of average primitive rug hooking

                                                        Donna's rug is far from average
                                                        she is still binding her rug
                                                        Pattern Star Rug


 My tired hubby is asleep the lights are all off in my sweet little yellow house. Little Jack is visiting for a couple of days and went to bed  pretty easy tonight. Maulie is asleep at my feet and Morris is out enjoying himself sitting on the porch watching the night. The hum of the fan has not yet lulled me to sleep just got me thinking.I am slightly amazed whenever I look at Pinterest there are all these wonderful quotes people find about life that sum up any life experience you have ever had.I have to write a post when someone else can say it in three sentences silly me.
  This life of ours goes by so quickly and as I sit here I realize I will never be the best rug hooker in the world. I will never be a house hold name I will probably never have my primitive rugs displayed  at Sauder Village and yet I continually strive to make something better in all my crafts and hobbies I love. I look at my work on my current Primitive chicken rug and try to get the colors just right.It doesn't matter if I am the only one that knows how much work I put into it I know it.I sometimes think that some people are born with a passion to make something. The parts of a creative mind is in our genes when we were born.I know the world celebrates the best of everything there is no museum for those that love to make something that only a mother could love.
The people that are just average and yet little by little they make those simple improvements in every new rug they make.Nobody will ever know some lady in a little yellow house loved to rug hook and make quilts to celebrate the seasons.
When I sit down coffee in hand I think how so much alike we all are in the community of bloggers  sometimes timidly sharing our creative endeavors with each other. Even though were all so busy helping others from Julia running a dairy farm to Kim starting a new life and home.We all seem to have new life challenges thrust on all of us a little too fast for us to enjoy. That's when it happens we have that spare moment and we pick up a hook sit at a sewing machine or make a quilt or countless other crafts that allow up to express ourselves.Did I forget try to knit socks in ninety degree temperatures..

                                                          Stephanie hooked this horse

 I have seen so much simple every day life played out in my rug hooking groups and the many classes I have attended.I have watched women battle breast cancer and face one life challenge after another with dignity.The ladies that have lost husbands to illness and those that rise to the challenge of caring for husbands and parents with Alzheimer. Faithfully these woman try to keep the joy of creating spirit alive with the simple act of making a hooked rug one simple wool loop after another. I have quietly observed courage in the simple act of sitting in a chair and picking up a hook and making something  beautiful while so much is going on at home in someones personal life that no one will ever see.

So maybe your rug hooking needs improvement and someone else is the best at everything they make.You feel like your in a room full of Magdalena Briner Eby's. You look at your rugs and wonder is it worth all this time on this craft I don't seem to be progressing like I want to.Whose going to know that wool cost a pretty penny and you covet someones wool stash like a woman with designer purse envy which I must say is totally not me.Any time I have gone with my daughter to some outlet store and watched my daughter buy a purse I cringe and think I could buy so much wool with that money.
It's now been years later when you think you should be a little better at your rug hooking but really that's just how you hook your loops are still uneven and you know your color choices sometimes make others quietly wonder.I can only say happily oh yes don't give up the dream because behind those little lumpy little loops is a story in its self. Knowing that chances are someday someone will pick up your rugs maybe at a thrift store and as they contemplate whether to buy it or not.I know you'll be thinking up there in rug hooking heaven if they only knew as Paul Harvey an old radio story teller would say " The rest of the story!"

                                              I am not sure what color to do the sides.
                                              Any ideas? I think I have too much red

                                                          I still love this rug I made years ago