Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Another chair pad update
Ok, after spending a couple of hours yesterday, and another one this morning, I have the boat finished, all of the foreground (which does look like water), the grey road up into the hill, and a house done. I started hooking one of the hills; I really enjoy hooking with strips that fade from one color to another; in this case from dk. green into a greenish grey into grey. I think the boat does look like a boat, and will look even better after it's surrounded on all sides by other hooked things. I'm actually more than half way finished. I am going to do more craft show/E-bay sewing for the rest of the morning, and maybe hook a bit more before I go to work. I have to just say that John has been very encouraging, he's always telling me I should try to sell my own stuff and get out of Hancock. And I think I really would like to do that.
On another note I find myself listening to a lot of the Carter family lately. So many of the younger bluegrass bands that I listen to go back into the old Carter family recordings and re-record them, and they are just as good now as they were before. When I was young, I never thought I would be listening to the old recordings done by the Carter family, Flatt and Scruggs, etc., I hated everything that wasn't rock. Now I rarely listen to classic rock, it really doesn't do much for me anymore. I also love traditional Irish music, but mom says that when she was a young girl, not only did she hear Newfoundland songs like Lukey's Boat and I'se the Bye, but she can remember her dad and other men singing songs like Will the Circle be Unbroken in church. The connection between bluegrass and Irish music is pretty fascinating to me, I think you can hear it in the really old songs like Shady Grove and Salt Creek and Soldier's Joy. Anyway, there seems to be a continuity between more traditional forms of music and more traditional forms of needlework for me, and I think that it shows up in the needlework. My very first hooked rug was inspired by an old sea song called The Diamond, about a whaling ship. Tradition has always been pretty important to me, maybe because it provided some sort of roots when we moved around so much when I was young. Plus I think mom really inspired it, it was a big part of her growing up. Dad did too, although I'm not sure that it was something he was conscious of doing. Sometimes I think it's funny, that mom, who says that as a young girl she couldn't wait to get out of a small outport community; married someone who's own roots/traditions were so similar to hers even though dad was from the south. She could have stayed at home and married some one from Georgetown or Brigus or Cupids. Anyway, I'm rambling from the point, which is tradition more than anything else inspires a lot of the stuff I do, and I hope some of the stuff I do will be around in later years to help inspire some other woman to work in traditional ways.
Siobhan and her Chris have stolen my extra bed quilt that I use on really cold nights. She said she really liked it, and I told her that when she gets her own place she can have it. I guess she took that to mean it's hers now. So I need to make John and I another quilt big enough for our bed. But not til after the chair pads are finished.