.......then one fateful Saturday I allowed myself to indulge and the rest is history. Yes........ I am a hooker. Now that it's out, I feel so much better.
I started as most hookers do with a love of wool. I started frequenting thrift stores searching for 100% wool skirts. Then moved on to the hard stuff: wool from honest to goodness stores.
Like most, I started with the dreaded star. I know the star teaches all sorts of stuff you need to know. But, it's SO boring. As you can see, I was not a good pupil because I didn't finish my star.
Last month, one of my friends and I visited Black Sheep Wool for a wonderful 3 day workshop. If I wasn't already hooked I would have been after visiting Marty and Rhonda. Oh my goodness!! What a treat for the eyes (and tummy!) This is the rug I'm making.
While at the workshop, I cut what I thought would be plenty of wool strips. After hooking for a few days, I quickly realized I hadn't cut nearly enough strips. What to do, what to do. Lots of my hooker buddies have cutters and I know I could probably go to their home to cut wool but that would slow me down with traveling and visiting and getting side tracked. Last week I contacted Marty at Black Sheep Wool and ordered a Townsend cutter.
OK. It's official.......I really am a hooker and I'd better become a darn good one since I now have all the necessary tools.