Years ago, there was a family cottage tucked away in a Canadian provincial park. It was a magical place for me, with nothing to do but get lost in the woods or paddle an old canoe through the marsh.
Above the fireplace hung a hooked rug, probably hooked in Quebec during the 1940s or '50s. I loved it. It was so simple, yet it had such warmth. I told myself that one day I would learn how to make rugs like that.
And I did. I found a wonderful McGown-trained teacher named Barb Miller. She taught me so much about color planning and value and composition. Over the years, I've learned a lot from many outstanding teachers, each one as passionate about rug hooking and wool dyeing as I am.
I like to hook in the primitive style - no shading, wide cut strips of wool, more rustic designs.
As for that Canadian rug that started it all - well I am happy to say that it now hangs proudly at Elderberry Marsh where I can enjoy it every day.