The people who know me best, my family and friends, know that I never do anything in a small way. My first piece of needlepoint was a rug. My first hooked rug was 7 feet long. This is why I don't ski, because no way would I go to the bunny hill--I would head to the highest hill and probably break my neck.
Anyway, for a while now I have had a project brewing in my brain. I think it would be awesome to hook a tree--a BIG tree--and put it on the living room wall. WAIT--I'm not done. Then I would make hooked branches that went all over the walls and up onto the ceiling. WAIT--I'm not done. THEN I would hook birds--lots of them--all the different birds that are in our woods, and put them all over in the branches.
OK now I am done. Well no, I haven't started, I mean I am done explaining this crazy project that keeps going through my brain. Will I ever do it? Maybe. Probably. Yes. When, I don't know. I just know that some day I will wake up and this will demand to be started, and I will go merrily down the road with it.
And of course I will take pictures, and post them here.
After all, the winters in Minnesota are SO long.................................