Black Sheep Gathering is a fiberfest extraordinare!

Here in Eugene, Oregon we are lucky enough to have the premier fiber festival called The Black Sheep Gathering. Folks from far and wide come out to show their animals, sell their wares, take classes, demonstrate a facet of fiber worldom, have their fiber creation judged…. or buy stuff! I fall into the last category (if you didn’t guess by now). Oh, I forgot to mention that lots of us show up with our spinning wheels or knitting projects and just hang out and create. I also fall in that category. Continue reading

I never met a fiber I didn’t love at the Black Sheep Gathering

Here in Eugene, Oregon, The Black Sheep Gathering is more than just a fiber lover’s extravaganza. It is a place to meet new folks and make friends. Last weekend I walked through the barns and took in the warm and lovely smell of wool and lanolin, and of the fresh straw bedding. Continue reading

My new vintage chair is business as usual

This chair had my name on it at St Vincent DePaul’s. The scratched up finish does not put me off because no one would be offended if I painted over it. Which will likely be a project for Continue reading

Snapshot: Work In Progress

Here is my work in progress of the day:┬áThis is a small snippet of Le Petit Chateau, a new hooked rug design for next year’s catalog. Continue reading

Studio Saga Part 2: all the furniture

My new studio space is move-in ready and I am moving in! My first priority was housing my wool for rug hooking. Continue reading

Studio Saga Part 1

Not so long ago, the business of Primitive Spirit was very crowded. There was studio A, a small room where most of the work happened. Continue reading

Welcome to my blog!

This is a blog about my artistic life and my love for color. I hope that you will want to drop by for a visit again so that we can think about rug hooking and other fiber arts, dyeing wool, and being creative in all of life. Here is my rug hooking frame set up in my new studio in my home in Oregon. I have my trusty cup of tea at hand to give me courage. My garden lies fallow outside, the bones of which give me ideas for growing peas and tomatoes and morning glories.

My mind loves the fullness of life, of all of my creative pursuits. One feeds off another. And I will hook on my rug and daydream this winter. I love winter and the time to dream.

So welcome to my dreamland.

~ karen