I always find that the rug I am hooking has a mind of its own. Not long after I pull the first few loops, the rug starts telling me what to do, in fact bossing me around. Put that colour here, rip out that section there! So rug progress is a bit of a freighted phrase. The rhythm of rug growth is uneven and unsure for me. Right now I am thinking about the ground beneath the house and the sky. I want them to be wonky circles of colour–at the bottom green moving into blue–at the top mid-blue moving to dark–and then a border of a flock of flying birds. So that is where my mind is as I move around sections of colour. I can draw all the designs I like, it’s not until those strips are pulled through to hunker down beside each other that I know what is working and what isn’t. And sometimes, all seems fine until I put a new section in–and then the whole thing changes.
At any rate, here is where I am now. One step forward and three back.