Remembrance Day is a big day at school. We have an assembly and some classes go to services and activities within the community. Students have been working on poems, essays, and posters for the Royal Canadian Legion contest for days. It's a big deal.
My favourite video for remembering is Terry Kelly's, "A Pittance of Time". It is sad, and perfect, and brings me to tears every time.
Nothing like a little self-promotion!
After months of debating with myself, I've finally taken the plunge and created a Ravelry group for Freshisle Fibers yarns and patterns. Heaven help me.
I'm hoping it's one way to answer questions all at once, give notices about shop updates, and save myself a little time on emails. Hoping. I also realize that moderating the group is going to take some time. Catch 22.
I've spent the morning dyeing and getting the group ready so now I'm off for some 'me' time. Some Dusty and me time. A walk in the bush on this gorgeous November day is in order.
My site was up and running fine earlier this morning and now seems to be down. Looking into the problem. Edited - late afternoon - I'm back up and running!! Thank heavens!
In the meantime, try this fun quiz - Which Ewe Are You?
Introducing ... Dusty.
We are back to having hair everywhere, dog treat smelly, paw prints and drool on the floor, totally messy house. Yesterday we brought home a new puppy - Dusty. He's a mutt, a total mix of who knows what, and we're already in love.
Dusty's mother was abandoned at our local garbage dump and was taken home by a wonderful lady. They suspected she was expecting puppies and sure enough, six puppies were born. He's missing all those brothers and sisters but we're trying hard to take their place and keep him entertained. He'll be eight weeks old tomorrow.
If I thought I was busy before and didn't have any time, I think it's about to get worse. But, it's time well spent. He's totally adorable and I'm loving every second of having a dog again.
We're back from our last little get-away before school starts. School. I'm trying hard to not think about it. I do have to go in for a bit next week to start to get things ready. Not thinking about it.
Our vacations always include some kind of yarn shopping. This time we visited Camilla Valley Farm.
It's hard to beat a visit to a beautiful farm on a warm, sunny day. It was wonderful. There is a shop located in a separate building that is full of the most wonderful yarns, books, weaving and knitting supplies, and looms. I was in heaven.
I have never seen so many Fleece Artist yarns and kits in one place. Amazing. I just purchased another Fleece Artist sweater kit on our visit to Ottawa so I restrained myself and didn't get another. But, it was so tempting.
The walls of Jamieson's yarns were almost overwhelming. Almost. I did manage to make a list prior to our visit and I pretty much knew which of the 200+ colours I was looking for.
There's more of some colours, but this is a sample of the yarns that came home with me. Three different weights - Ultra, Double Knitting, and Spindrift - for three different projects. My summer obsession with Fair Isle continues.
This has not been a very good day. This has been a very sad day. This morning we lost our dearest, sweetest, most precious Shadow puppy.
He hadn't been himself for the last couple of weeks and this morning he was worse so my husband took him to the vet. He was in the vet's examining room when his heart gave out. Very quick and unexpected. And from what my husband and the vet said, fairly painless.
I found this poem this evening which made me cry - again - but it helps.
He had a heart.
He had a soul.
He had a purpose.
He had a goal.
On my heels, or in my lap.
Protecting me while I took a nap.
He wasn’t just a dog to me.
He was a friend you see.
Always happy to see me.
Always eager to please.
Just having him by my side
Put my mind at ease.
He wasn’t just a dog you see,
He was part of our family.
It’s so hard to let him go.
I miss him so much.
His wet kisses and his furry touch.
But I know he’s in Heaven,
And I know he’s okay.
But I just want to hold him
For at least one more day.
Because he wasn’t just a dog to me,
He was momma’s baby.
The bad thing about summer holidays is that I get distracted from my to-do list. The good thing about summer holidays is that I get distracted from my to-do list. I need to remind myself that it's a holiday and I can do whatever I want.
And so thanks to Judy-Sue, I spent an entire morning making lavender wands.
There are instructions all over the web so I'm not going to re-do that - look here and here for ideas. It looks much easier than it is. I also thought that I could use my own softspun yarn instead of ribbon.
I made five altogether, but the first one was a complete disaster. Have I mentioned that it looks much easier than it really is???
I initially thought that I could just whip up a bunch to tuck in yarn parcels as an extra for customers. Lavender is a natural moth repellent so it would be a perfect fit. After spending so much time making a measly four, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. I do, however, love them. They are very attractive and smell just wonderful. Maybe just a few more.
There are three entrances into our little town of Gore Bay. I live just a short distance from one of those entrances, the main entrance, the one that is a mess at the moment.
They are re-doing the sewer and water lines and the highway as well. All new paving, the works. The potholes were enormous this spring and it was time everything was repaired and made nice again. But ... living close to this construction zone for the summer hasn't been much fun.
It's dusty and noisy. They are blasting and every once in a while I hear the horns and then the blast. The Shadow puppy isn't impressed! The tiniest bit of thunder scares him and fireworks are totally terrifying. He's not quite sure what to make of the blasts. He keeps looking up! At least they don't last long.
It's also meant a small detour just to get to our house and a couple of times we were totally blocked. I moved the pylons - illegally, I'm sure - just to be able to get home! At least we're not right on this main road. I'm sure it's worse for the people living with this at their doorstep.
We keep telling ourselves that it will be worth it once it's done. A nice, smooth, and clean entrance into Gore Bay. Eventually.
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