First rag rug`

Well, it’s not actually my first rag rug, but the first one was so long ago it seems like my first rag rug. When my daughter was home for Christmas we shopped for fabric to make a new cover for her comforter. We didn’t get around to this until the day before Katie left to go back to Texas so I was left with the fabric. She wanted the cover to have 2 different sides. Here’s what the two sides look like.

I had left-over fabric and a small guild I belong to has talked about doing a rug project. We often come up with good ideas for projects and everyone gets excited about it, but some of us don’t follow through. I did it! The only problem is that I mailed the rag rug to Katie so the only proof that I have of my project is this photo.

A Working Vacation

I left the fog in the Sacramento Valley on Monday and spent a few days in Arizona. I worked with my friend Irene, from Cotton Clouds, on business and with Greg, who designed my website (look for upgrades to that soon). Irene lives in the desert with a fabulous view of Mt. Graham.

We took a couple of hours to drive part way up Mt. Graham and go on a hike. I held the camera out to get our photo.

Here is a Mexican Jay.

I’m back home and inspired to get working.

Warm feet

What’s better for cold feet than sheepskin slippers with wool socks? Well, I won’t be short of wool socks any time soon. I just got the wool socks that I had made. Unfortunately they weren’t here in time for Christmas, but I think I’ll still have some for next Christmas. There are over 400 pairs!

These are the Jacob wool socks. From left to right: 1/4 sock size 9-11, crew size 9-11, crew size 11-13, crew size 13-15.

These are Rambouillet wool socks in the same sizes.  I’ll be putting these on my website next week after I figure out labeling, etc.

Bare trees

If you start humming a  Fleetwood Mac tune and visualize the album cover when you see this blog title then you are dating yourself. But it doesn’t really have anything to do with that. It’s just what I see on my dog-walks across the road.

See all those clumps of mistletoe in the bare black walnut tree?

I found this interesting because in this tree the mistletoe is dying. There are mistletoe skeletons in the tree skeleton. I didn’t pay attention to whether or not the  tree is actually dead too.  However, the mistletoe at the bottom of the tree is alive.

Do you see all  that gray sky? I am so tired of dreary, drippy, cold, sunless days. It seems as though the fog will never leave. I hope that the next song title I am reminded of is by the Beatles:  Here Comes the Sun.