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Being a rugger

Losing one's self in the craft is a great mental benefit. A few years ago a distraught husband appealed to a teacher on behalf of his wife, who had been going in and coming out of a mental institution for years.

Did she think that she could perhaps inter­est his wife in hooking while "she is out this time"? Sure enough she loved it, and became an adept pupil.

True, she had no interest whatever in her housework, but was so content and happy while hooking that her husband was overjoyed. That was several years ago, and she hasn't "gone back" yet.

Once you become a rugger, you'll find a new subject for conversation which will never wane — especially with those who share your interest. I don't know any topic which will hold out longer. "I should think you'd get tired of talking hooked rugs," some of your friends may say — but you never do!

Teachers have formed delightful associations with their pupils or with other teachers when they meet at various Exhibits. They can talk rags and rugs, scrolls and color blendings till the wee small hours of the morn.

So these are only a few examples of what happens when one is "bitten with the rug bug." A whole new world awaits you. You've really never seen all there is to see. Now you'll notice every flower.

Every design and color will take on new meaning to you. Start a scrap book early, and don't hesitate to cut out the colored plates from your magazines, (after all, you paid for them). You, like thousands of other women, will find in this creative art, some of your happiest and most contented hours.