Blank canvas


Another thing I’ve been wanting to do for years, is rug making. My parents introduced me to the concept of actually making your own when I found a whole pile of their homemade looped-wool rugs in the basement. What these were doing in the basement, along with woodworking tools, rusty tins of peaches, and my dad’s 1940-evacuation suitcase, I don’t know – I thought they were great, and they inspired me no end. Except then there was a gap of several decades a few years. Then, just recently, rummaging in my local haberdashery (a veritable mine of goodies), I spotted a forlorn-looking roll of rug canvas, all on its own in a corner. “A-ha!” I thought. “This is a sign that I must start rug-making at last!” (Any excuse, eh?) I paid for it and brought it home, promising to make it into something beautiful. Now I just have to work out what!

The intimidation of a blank canvas!

The intimidation of a blank canvas!

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