We were split between those at Cober Hill for a weekend of rug making, and a meeting at Bradford museum in April.

This rug was purchased, strips of hessian have been removed to make the cloth easier to insert.

 

The Pictures below are from Cober Hill

We made a poem to celebrate our endeavours

The 2011 Cober Hill poem.

 

Off we set to Cober Hill,

Overflowing baskets, scraps from the mill.

 

Jenny hooks a tapestry of hearts,

Rainbow colours, choosing is an art.

 

Freda’s bookcase is tall and thin,

No clues to the treasures within.

 

Margaret, Veronica and Jenny hook the logos round,

Baildon will be ecologically sound.

 

For Keri and Margaret, the bus fails to stop,

They arrive in Scarborough in a strop.

 

Brenda hooks her flowers high and low,

Like the Waldobro rugs of long ago.

 

Penny braids all day, red, black and green,

There is not much rug to be seen.

 

Hannah is braiding- she is getting quite good,

But the bump in the middle?-not out of the wood!

 

Margaret is still hooking in locker,

We are quite unable to stop her.

 

Kay is filling her background in umber,

Remember it has to be finished by September.

 

Alan’s crossword is a hit,

We manage to complete most of it.

Pete’s quiz made us think of flowers and trees,

Willow, ash and heartsease.

 

Sally, Humber and Jess don’t make any rugs,

But these canines are partial to hugs.

 

Now its time to sweep the floor and pack,

No more laughter, hooking or rugs till we are back…

… two more geometrics to complete the show,

nowhere else for them to go.