I went to an old aged home in Montreal and met a woman who had an extensive hooked rug collection. The rugs lined the woman's small room, and as I sat there she explained each one over and over again, moving in a cyclical fashion around the room. The rugs were made by her husband before he had died. The Pink Lady was the first rug he made and it was the woman's favourite. Although I was doing a documentary project within the old aged home, the woman did not want me to take photos of the rugs. After the meeting, I had students from my art class draw, from my recollection, The Pink Lady. Whoever did a more accurate drawing was given the award of a piece of cake.