Please pardon the pun, but I am hooked on rug making.
I cannot seem to bring myself to stop tearing strips and crocheting
them around in a seemingly endless spiral.
Joy is now 58" in diameter. I have placed a pair of scissors on her in
order for you to see how big she really is.
I believe that my friend, Lucy, and I have just about cleaned out our area thrift stores of their sheet supply.
Yesterday found us with baskets full of lively colors and patterns
that will be made into yet more rugs. It is a sickness of the productive kind.
I would say that this type of craft is one of the more satisfying that I have done.
When Joy is finished, she will provide cushioning and warmth for my family.
Purposeful, practical, pretty. Those are the things that were made by women in the past.
Our reviving these simple, useful things create a continuing thread that connects us to them.
My grandmother had an incredible knack of being able to turn one thing into another. She saved everything; nylons, fabric, sewing supplies, yarn, tins, greeting cards, you name it. And all of it would be put to good use in one way or another.
Nylons and fabric were hooked or braided into small chair pads. Greeting cards were cut up and glued to matchboxes and sold by my father and his brothers for ten cents each. They were raising money for the war effort. I still have a few of the boxes and a lot of the cut-up cards.
She was a Navy Knitter, and used the yarn to make scarves for those who were fighting for our freedom. You could always count on having an endless supply of things to create with when you went to her house.
I am grateful that I can connect with women like my grandmother. Those that were willing to subscribe to the adage "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without."
It makes me feel good to use things that I have, or are in need of recycling, to create items that we can use for years to come. Perhaps these things will cause the creative genes to be stirred up in my own children and they will do the same. Only time will tell.