As Promised..... progress report

Last evening my brother Ron who lives in Minnesota called me from a truck stop somewhere near Dallas Texas.  I think he likes to call so I have something to worry about and keep me up all night! Ha!  He is an over the road trucker. He said he was bored and holed up because of all the ice on the roads in one of the worst truck stops you could imagine. Said he used his shirt sleeve to open and close the door on the bathroom.  Said another trucker had gotten sick a week before eating a sandwich he purchased there that had some mold on it.  The guy must have been really hungry or poor eye sight.  Anyway back to Ron.... all state highways and roads were closed north of Dallas and he was trying to make it back to Minnesota with a load.  So this morning a convoy of truckers who were there with him were going to head out together to see how far they could get.  My brother has been driving big rigs all his life.  He is a very experienced driver. He is a story teller.  Some of the stories I probably didn't need to hear right before going to bed. 

I hooked late into the night. Promise is looking promising.  I need to tweak a little here and there. My favorite part is the flower. Not sure I like the beige background color either but I'm not going to change that now.  It is what it is. 

I had an interesting question from Miss Potter in my last post.  She so kindly asked if I had a site where I sold my products.  Bless her heart!   My answer would be I am working myself in that direction.  It's been a long haul. Every time I get some wool dyed I tend to get greedy and hook it all myself.  Perhaps a pattern or two could be offered for sale.  I use my linen and backing as fast as I order it too!  I love to hook. I love to design.  And I hope I find out soon if I love to teach.  So bear with me lovely Miss Potter from Italy.   I will try harder to bring my wares to the market!

After hooking until 1:00 AM I drifted off to sleep.  I had a dream that a convoy of truckers were driving through huge drifts of snow.  They were barreling up Highway 53 northbound for a little town in Northern WI.  The signs on the side of the trucks read Heaven's to Betsy Wool Co.  The convoy arrived on my doorstep and the truckers began unloading bolts of wool into my garage.  I hoped I had enough sandwich meat and bread on hand to feed all those guys............

Cathy G