The first time I
watched someone pull
loops up through a backing I was captivated. The serenity of that
moment stays with me today and fourteen years later my passion for
hand hooked rugs continues to grow and flourish. I often think back
to the mid 1800's to the men and women for whom making a hooked rug
was a matter of thrift. For many it would be their only opportunity
for creative expression and I believe they would laugh to hear me
call their rugs art or sustainable. They were making rugs to warm
their beds and keep out cold winter drafts. They didn’t hook rugs
to last a hundred years and yet they left us a legacy rich in history
and storytelling.