|Look at that sweet face, poised and ready to get her hookin' on. Photos from a 1951 Rug Hooking Bee. What I wouldn't give to travel back in time, dress spectacularly and join the fun.|
It's not a secret or anything, we're all cool with it. To each his own, we say. It's good to have a hobby.
It was just a little something she started doing on the side a couple of years ago. We didn't think much of it. She got her sister interested in it and now, me.
That's right. I'm a hooker.
A rug hooker, that is. Why, is there any other kind?
Now, lemme clarify. Because when my MIL first began speaking of rug hooking, I immediately had a flash back of the rug hooking I did in elementary school. I remember sitting on my babysitter's couch every afternoon hooking an image of a mushroom with short little strips of yarn. My dad even made one of these types of rugs, a large red number featuring a running tiger. Very 1970's chic. But that's not what I'm talking about. That's latch rug hooking.
|My mother-in-law with one of her many hooked designs. The barn she is hooking is from a drawing my hubs did in junior high school.|