I used to be a hooker.

It’s true. I used to be a hooker.

And I was a happy hooker.

It all started with a long time admiration for the needle arts and a constant surplus of colourful clothing outgrown by my three school aged children.  It wasn’t until I stumbled across the website of Louisa Creed a brilliant hooker of rag rugs and drooled over the mind-boggling combinations of colours in Kaffe Fassett’s hooked rugs from his book Glorious Interiors that I got the scissors and with mad glee started cutting up the kid’s clothes.

Armed with a good sturdy hook (a lucky second hand find gifted to me by my mom) and burlap from the sewing store I began to joyously paint with strips of fabric.  Although it was a very traditional and primitive style of hooking I liked my rugs to pop with colour.

Here are just some of the rugs that I had fun with.