It really comes down to relationships and connections. Hooking rugs is a vehicle to transport me there, it is the voice I use to express myself-to connect to something bigger-outside of my own head-to a larger world. It is an expansion or growth. It is truly my passion. It connects me to others in a meaningful way and what’s more to my past. Through this art form and my new studio space. I hope to help others do the same and become a part of my circle too.
I started this journey with a mere comment by my sweet daughter, Holly, sharing her love for a hooked rug we saw at Malabar Farm. Out of all the “I like this” mentions during a shopping day, I really heard this one. And it stayed with me. It sat in my mind and took form, eventually. What was the difference? We could connect in a deeper way with a shared appreciation of an art form and it would be something to do with our hands. We are a long line of working with our hands. It makes us content and it is who we are. Grandma Belle quilted and mended socks and clothing, never just sitting and blankly staring at the tv (when there was one). Mom machine sewed, hand sewed, did embroidery, needlepoint, also busy with her hands. She taught me but a child of the 70’s I didn’t think about it much or want to sit and do it. I thought I had the soul of a wild child! But I wasn’t. I taught Holly to sew a good seam but nothing much else. Sorry, Katie, though I don’t think you are sorry to have missed these lessons. But it’s still in your blood. And here it is, manifesting itself in my life at this time. The perfect time. The connection to new friends, to my daughter, to my mother and her mother. It ain’t just rugs. And I am very thankful.