Yesterday I received a phone call and very unexpected. It all really began two weeks ago when the water pump on my van needed to be replaced. Since I'm terrible waiting for anything will take a rug to bind and make use of the boring wait and accomplish a boring job. Lea, receptionist and wife of the mechanic/owner, saw I was working on a hooked rug and said her mother used to hook.
We've all had those folks who say..."I used to do that in college", or "my mom used to do that" and we learn they were referring to latch hook. She knew exactly what wool I used . She said her mom had passed and had no desire to hook since she had many of her mother's rugs. So yesterday was the call that she could deliver 2 boxes of wool or I could pick up. Needless to say I grabbed my car keys and left to pick it up.
Before I left with the wool I asked her mother's name so I could channel her while her wool was being used. Her name was Joyce Kloster and I googled her obit and captured this photo of her. Joyce lived in Cedar Falls, Iowa.
This other box had some interesting items in it which told me something about Joyce. Her daughter had told he she dyed her own wool but there was more.
Then as I dug deeper found two red dot drawings which I placed on top of the rug warp. One red dot says "Dragon 2"
For those of you who have followed me for a while you may or may not recall my story of another aroma from salvaged hooked pieces from the thrift shop. If not, you can read about it HERE.
The pieces of wool have been washed and the wool strips won't come in the house until a few days of freezer. Then I will put some lavender in the containers to hopefully stave off any moth infestation. However, since Joyce was a knowledgeable hooker and did her own dyeing she probably knew the proper care of wool. But still, better safe than sorry.
I voted today for Delaware's Primary and await the results after 9 p.m.