I loved grab bags as a kid, a brown bag in a basket of othe brown bags and you could choose one for less than a dollar. You would get something fun, and a good surprise. You cold get one of those woven straw tubes and put a finger in each end and become stuck, or a game of Jacks, a new jump rope, that I used to play tug of war with the dog. Once my mother got a pretty ring and we were outside looking at it and she dropped it, just like that a chicken ran up and ate it.
The point is this post is like that sort of something of everything, some rugs I made from old sweatshirts hooked with a rug hook into burlap. It is different than latchook. These rugs have a very tight loop of fabric on the surface of the rug. Ignore the pumpkins, I took this photo last fall. They are my favorite tho and are called Long Island Cheese Squash, so aren't really a pumpkin, and they aren't really a good squash either, they are just pretty.
Remnants of winter, can you see the tiny bit of green coming to life?
A face started sometime ago and just now finished because it was there and I was waiting for other things to dry. It is not even very good, but I would of thought it was 6 months ago. She reminds me of a broken doll with a crack across her face. That is a mark from layering papers.