This first photo shows what had been accomplished at camp. The popular hair style back then was pin curls and that is how mother was wearing her hair.
After returning home there was very little more hooked but did manage to finish the collar around her neck, finished the hair tho I did wonder if the back of the head needed to be rounded at the corner; tweaked the eye a little and finished hooking the hand.
The plan was to hook mother's jacket with what had been determined to be value #7 with shadows and outline with #8 value. Hooked and reverse hooked part of the jacket and getting frustrated. Then decided to hook background (curtain) with what Cindy and and I liked for the colors. However what I did hook near the face looks mighty close in value with the hair color and will be too with the jacket, or at least in person.
And even if the background color does work out after all, what the heck about the fishbowl??? Wouldn't the transparency of the bowl of water need a similar color but lighter in value? Mentally questioning the future plan for the pattern my frustration level rose. So I have put all the wool, wool strips, pictures, notes and pattern in this bag awaiting a future camp to to finish. Cindy won't be back at that camp next year and I'm not driving to PA so it is officially a UFO.
Okay, now to the fun part and reflecting back to my schooldays. Am sure you also had to give oral book reports or publicly speak in front of your class. For me it was a nightmare and hated doing that. You studious folks probably had no problem at all. Nor did I volunteer answering teachers' questions as I was too insecure. So instead of looking stupid I voluntarily became the class clown and look like an ass😩
Fast forward to current day ~ On Thursday of rug camp I asked the gals in class if they had seen a 'gratitude card' for Cindy making rounds as I hadn't. Hoping it had been started, once again wanting to follow not lead. But we started out with only 5 students and one was departing that day early leaving only 4 of us to thank Cindy monetarily.
At lunch time I got a card, put money in it and sent it to my tablemates to be passed around to the few of us left. Such a shame her class number dropped to only 5 just days before camp and that reduces her income from participation, sales, as well as tip.
I stepped away from hooking and visited Loris and Pam at the camp store. Grimacing as I tell them I've got to give Cindy her card and say..."but I'm NOT going to propose this time". They both laughed and said "oh yes you do".
By now you are probably confused as all get out so let me explain. During a November class with Kris Miller Loris started the card and that #%&! woman slipped the card in front of me as she walked back to her hooking area. That was Loris' way of recruiting me to present Kris with the card. I grabbed it and walked it right back to Loris. But she insisted I present it to Kris since I've had her as a teacher so many times.
What did I do? You guessed it, easier to make an ass out of myself than speak seriously in public so I got down on one knee after saying something....don't even know what I said, and then asked, "will you marry me?" I felt so stupid afterwards but had automatically reverted to the insecure kid mode.
Both Loris and Pam insisted I do that again because... they'd been teasing her all week and this would be the cherry on top ~ so they said. Well I caved and you can see Cindy's reaction. None of the girls in class knew what I was going to do and was to alert Pam when I was ready so she could have her camera ready. I know my face was beet red but the girls in class enjoyed it as did Cindy.
Can't imagine what Cindy's husband had to say when she went home and said..."honey, I had a woman propose to me today."
Sorry if the post was laborious and long to read, but if you managed to get thru to the end hope you had a good laugh.
Happy hooking, Happy Easter and Happy Passover to my Jewish friends.