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Tricky question, that. Especially when it is already nearing sleep time. But there shall be blogging first!
So I shall begin with last week, working in random bits of knitting as seems fitting. Oh, but first I want to show you this:

This awesome piece of art is now gracing the wall above my bed. It was done in art class by one of my daughter's fellow grade 12 students. She opted for a gift certificate from her LYS in lieu of cash. Clearly she is one of us. Heather, thank you so much.
Now, about last week. I was not home. I was here:

Beautiful downtown Vancouver.
I attended this conference, but managed to fit in a couple of visits to Granville Island, a walk around Lost Lagoon in Stanley Park, and even one LYS.

It is a wonderful shop full of really good stuff. I bought a beautiful shawl pin, but you will have to wait for a photo. It looks great with my just-finished Celtic vest. No photo of the Finished Object, but here is an in-progress pic.

While I was on Granville Island, taking in the public market, great coffee, and the work of so many wonderful artisans, it started to rain. This was the perfect excuse to make a purchase at ...


Oh. You want to know what that thing is hanging on the chair? That is another FO! It is one of these, in the Autumn colourway. Here is a better picture, but alas no modeled shot. Another day.

Vancouver was lovely, but by far the best part of my trip was a visit to Carmanah Point Lightstation.
I love flying in the Bell 212.
Especially in the coveted left seat.

More next time, but if you can't wait for the narrative you can find the pictures here.
So I shall begin with last week, working in random bits of knitting as seems fitting. Oh, but first I want to show you this:

This awesome piece of art is now gracing the wall above my bed. It was done in art class by one of my daughter's fellow grade 12 students. She opted for a gift certificate from her LYS in lieu of cash. Clearly she is one of us. Heather, thank you so much.
Now, about last week. I was not home. I was here:

Beautiful downtown Vancouver.
I attended this conference, but managed to fit in a couple of visits to Granville Island, a walk around Lost Lagoon in Stanley Park, and even one LYS.

It is a wonderful shop full of really good stuff. I bought a beautiful shawl pin, but you will have to wait for a photo. It looks great with my just-finished Celtic vest. No photo of the Finished Object, but here is an in-progress pic.

While I was on Granville Island, taking in the public market, great coffee, and the work of so many wonderful artisans, it started to rain. This was the perfect excuse to make a purchase at ...


Oh. You want to know what that thing is hanging on the chair? That is another FO! It is one of these, in the Autumn colourway. Here is a better picture, but alas no modeled shot. Another day.

Vancouver was lovely, but by far the best part of my trip was a visit to Carmanah Point Lightstation.
I love flying in the Bell 212.
Especially in the coveted left seat.

More next time, but if you can't wait for the narrative you can find the pictures here.
This weekend alone, as a result of our most recent winter storm, which gave us more than half a metre , I have moved more than a tonne (1000 kg; 2200 lb) of snow. There is a photoset you can go look at if you are so inclined, but here are a choice few. We are close to a new record, but personally, as one who remembers the winter of 1970-71 and the 444 cm (175 in) we got that year, I wouldn't be sad to settle for the 411 cm (162 in) that we have so far this year. But it is only the 10th of March.
Oh, that 43 cm in the picture below is misleading, because it doesn't include the snow from the night before, which I shoveled before I went to bed.

Oh, and I finished my Cobblestone too.

Stupid snow was good for something.
Oh, that 43 cm in the picture below is misleading, because it doesn't include the snow from the night before, which I shoveled before I went to bed.

Oh, and I finished my Cobblestone too.

Stupid snow was good for something.
