On this outing I got stuck in the second stall, rummaging through baskets of vintage linens and napkins. When done there, I only made it two stalls further. He was two rows away by then, though I could still see glimmers of the safety orange sweatshirt he wore specifically to increase his visibility (I get lost easily) .
It was dismally rainy here a couple of days ago, so I holed up in my studio and tackled designing a rug to hook. I love oriental rugs, so I took my lead from that. I combined some motifs from rugs I have in the house with adaptations of a photoshop brush or two and then threw in a dash of traditional primitives in the form of a penny design. Me being me, I couldn’t have a perfectly centered asymmetrical pattern. I’m always intrigued with what the mind’s eye needs to fill in, so I let things run amok and fall of the edges of the piece.
I’m anxious to get hooking and start playing with colors. I’m thinking mottled creamy tones for the background with soft pinks, browns, greens, and turquoise for the main body of the design. But you never know with me. That may well all change.