by Marla Fletcher

Poke, pull, wiggle, repeat. I am absorbed in a rhythmic ritual — simultaneously at peace and at play. My creative thirst is, for now, being satisfied. In my relative beginner’s grasp, the hook moves in awkward jerks and starts, but with time and experience it will settle into a steady, almost trancelike sequence.

This reflection focuses on the centuries-old craft known as rug hooking, and how it has come to be my most captivating leisure-time pursuit — eclipsing even gardening! The craft involves pulling loops of fabric through a loosely woven, firm backing such as linen or burlap to paint pictures and tell stories. Some consider it folk art or ‘artisanal entrepreneurship.’ Continue reading “Why I hook”