I started a hook rug of a lion that matched the children's drapes. Because we were dirt poor, I used a gunny sack. The kind the cow feed came in. I washed it and drew the design on the back.
We moved to a tiny trailer shortly after that. Dave got a job in Hayden
Colorado. So we shut the Delta CO house up and brought only a tiny
television, a vacuum, sleeping bags, pots and pans and table service for
four, clothing for five days, the Christmas gifts we'd just gotten in
Boulder, including toys for the kids and a baking book for me, the dog
and my hook rug.
It was January and we didn't have a washer. Dave worked in the coal
yards, so his dirty clothing was washed in the bathtub with Tide and a
toilet plunger, then dried in the dryer that came with the trailer. I
was so thrilled to own a dryer, I didn't mind washing everything by
hand, including cloth diapers.
The hooked rug came out after chores.
I was making good progress, when after a month living there, Dave came
home to say we'd been transferred back to Delta. So we packed up our
scant belongings and headed home. The hooked rug got put away and hasn't
been touched since.