Sauder Village
Today is the day. Today is the day I start my new rug.
Have I finished my log cabin rug with the pretty sheep grazing in the pasture? 
Why no, the binding still needs to be done and the sheep needled felted in. But that is not stopping me from starting a new one. Starting is always so much more fun than finishing.
Finishing involves sewing binding to the edges and I hate to sew anything. I hate sewing more than I hate peanut butter, and that is quite a lot.
But starting; that's easy. You just set up your frame, lay out the pattern, cut the wool and you're off. No involving sharp needles or yucky old thread when you start.
I saw this rug when we went to the rug hooking show at Sauder Village last month.
It called me. That's right, it yelled my name smack dab in the middle of the show. Loudly and insistently. I'll just say it: this rug was down right pushy. I didn't want to be rude, so I quietly answered its call by purchasing the pattern and stuffing it in my bag so others couldn't hear it. You know, just to keep it quiet and all. I thought it was the polite thing to do.
Well, I guess once a rude rug, always a rude rug because today it called me again. What's a gal to do? I set up the pattern on the frame,
and started cutting a variety of white wool strips for the sheep's body.
And slowly, the hooking begins.
The rug and I have had a chat. I've told it that since it was so loud and demanding before I purchased it, I expect the same kind of noise from it now that it's on the frame. I NEED it to tell me to come hook each and every day.
We'll see how well it listens.
