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Rag Rug Making Courses

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  • Rug making is an ancient craft, and covers a variety of techniques.
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Favorite Rag Rugs
Favorite Rag Rugs
With its beautiful and clear illustrations, this guide to rug weaving is an inspiring journey into a world of dazzling color and eye-catching design. From classic stripes to pattern-woven designs, detailed directions are provided for 45 rugs that represent a wide range of weaving techniques. Beginning with stripe and check weaves in simple tabby, the rugs progress in difficulty to intriguing challenges such as chenille, drall, diamond twill, rag inlay, repp, and rosepath weaves. Creative approaches to materials show how to cut strips from favorite old shirts, sheets, and jeans, and the emphasis throughout is on creative flair, imaginative design, and the pleasure of making a one-of-a-kind rug imbued with memories.

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Bold Prince Bishop's Men
Bold Prince Bishop's Men
Picture: Mediaeval bishop's crosier, Ashmolean museum (currently undated). Some of the first song lyrics I ever wrote, dating from student days in Durham, are below. None of the opinions expressed are my own: they are in the voice of an imaginary minstrel employed by the Prince Bishop's Men. Bold Prince Bishop’s Men We build like gods, we feed like dogs Like angels glorious, badgers malodorous Generous and gentle-hearted Worshipful of the departed Bereft of mercy for our foes Brave where our blazoned banner goes: Make way, make way, we prithee then For all the bold Prince Bishop’s men! Fasting, scourged and abased Proud like peacocks, gentle-faced By turns haughty, by turns humble Ready for a rough and tumble Our host all cowardice overthrows Brave where our blazoned banner goes: Make way, make way, we prithee then For all the bold Prince Bishop’s men! Cuthbert’s Cross A monk in exile once again, Driven on by axe of Dane. In sleep I lie beside the Wear And I am wrung of every tear. O! Cuthbert! Oswald! Come! Arise! O! Fill the night with fireflies! In hills of Lothian Cuthbert stands, Shepherd’s crook held in his hands. His flock about him bleat and cry While tearful monks watch Aidan die: Cuthbert sees him mount the skies; The dark night burns with fireflies. Crook laid down, good Cuthbert goes Before the Prior of Melrose. The Prior trembles, overawed, “Behold the Spirit of the Lord!” Angelic Cuthbert stills his cries; His eyes burn soft like fireflies. Cuthbert with consumption wracked - Yet with blessed wit and tact He bids the storm at Whitby calm, And shepherds monks at Lindisfarne, Then on a hermit island lies. And all around burn fireflies. A humble shelter builds he there; With crow and eagle does he share His simple fare amid the squalls, Then sleeps within his rough-hewn walls. He contemplates the Northern skies: The stars aglow like fireflies. To Holy Island he returns As Bishop, tho’ the pomp he spurns: No armies at his footstool stand, No servants waiting at his hand. No glory and no false disguise For saints aglow like fireflies. Yet for his island Cuthbert yearns, Where the sea swell torrid churns. His fretful flock behold him float Away inside a cockle-boat. They fill the air with moans and sighs; Their tears burn like fireflies. One disciple, gaunt with concern, Cries, “Cuthbert! When wilt thou return?” “O! When you bring my body hither, For all flesh must wilt and wither!” His body frail, yet still his eyes Burn in the dark like fireflies. The waves lash the little shore; The monks’ fond hopes arise no more. The pulse of Cuthbert soon will cease, His dying breath now urges peace. In pain his broken body writhes, Yet burns his breath like fireflies: “Bear me with thee where ye go! Let not hail, storm nor snow Prevent you when destruction’s near! Banish sadness! Banish fear!” Consumed at last, St. Cuthbert dies With the winking-out of fireflies. On Lindisfarne they wait forlorn For some sign, or shout, or horn: Then with the death, burning soft Comes light of torches held aloft! Above the ground where Cuthbert lies The torches burn like fireflies. His cross of garnets and of gold Is laid upon his body cold. Twice broken was it, twice repaired, And now its memory is shared: The Cross exalted in our eyes - Its garnets burn like fireflies! His corp’rax bears the self-same sign, And so the priests of Cuthbert’s line Elevate the holy Host And in the Cross of Cuthbert boast, And at each Mass like myriad eyes The candles burn like fireflies. And now I dream on banks of Wear Exhausted, driven hence by fear: “Build my Church upon this rock And bring all St. Cuthbert’s flock! Let the might of Dunholme rise: The dark night burns with fireflies!” Flambard Wide the Wear winds its course, Past Dunholme on both sides, Young Flambard on a chestnut horse Through the woodland rides. He sees the vision glorious: The might of stone on stone! May Dunholme’s tower victorious For Flambard’s sins atone! (Chorus:) Profuse and profligate, contemptuous of all, Roguish and greedy, handsome, full of guile, Vulgar in religion, broad and strong and tall, Flambard’s fortitude and fame waxes all the while! Known for prodigality, wanting in morality, Not given to frugality,of dubious legality, All praise to Flambard, Bishop Prince, Mainspring of iniquity! Great Dunholme’s robust transepts rise Astride the soaring choir. Beneath the pallid northern skies The walls mount ever higher. Across the Wear a bridge is flung, The masons’ chisels ringing. Down the nave the vaults are slung The choir fills with singing. Flambard feeds his architects On venison and boar, The city’s walls he now erects For archers by the score. Along the high peninsula The oxen haul the stone, All critics snide or insular By Flambard overthrown. Cuthbert’s body incorrupt: Enshrined in marble cold A score of jewellers now construct Reliquaries of gold. Wond’rous images and jewels Bedeck the a
First Attempts at Rag Rugs
First Attempts at Rag Rugs
This picture was taken during a two day course, taken by Rachel Phillimore in October 2006. Two students hold up their wallhangings to show the fruits of their labours after the two day course.

rag rug making courses
rag rug making courses
Basic Rug Hooking: All the Skills and Tools You Need to Get Started (How To Basics)
From its humble beginnings--a bent nail, burlap feed bag, pair of scissors, and the good parts of worn-out wool clothing were the original tools--rug hooking has developed into a fine art form that allows crafters to create beautiful, complex designs with an array of high-tech tools. Basic Rug Hooking distills the essential tools and techniques of this popular traditional craft and walks the reader through 5 rug-hooking projects, including a table mat, a project suitable for framing, and wearable pins, as well as traditional rugs.

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