Sunday, April 5, 2015

Spring is Possible

It looks like spring just might actually happen.  I'll come out from my hiding place now.

Monday, February 23, 2015

My All Time Favourite Comment - Daffodowndilly

I love all the kind comments that people leave on my facebook page, but the following comment left in response to my new Daffodil hat is really my all time favourite.  It is a poem by A.A. Milne

Daffodowndilly

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
'Winter is dead.'

A.A. Milne

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Don't Cry for Me Texas

Today this Mabel Rose hat begins its journey to sunny Texas where, I hear from my customer, the temperatures are now in the seventies.  So, I am sending along my deepest concern and sympathies for anyone living in a warm climate who is not afforded the opportunity to enrich their moral character by way of fighting the elements.

While the sun penetrates your skin, warming your soul and relaxing your muscles, we here in the frozen North are building strength both physically and spiritually.  Perhaps you may be swimming in your outdoor pools and sipping Pina Coladas, but we here are building thunder thighs stepping over snow banks to cross the roads.  As we trudge down the barely existent, icy sidewalks, we develop a heightened sense of balance.  We learn to take our time, lest we fall on our asses. My back and neck have become so incredibly strong from shoveling snow and having to throw it on top of an 8 foot snow bank.  You probably have to pay for this sort of work out.

I am concerned as well for your immune systems.  We get to fight colds and flu on a daily basis.  My own son has sneezed on this very key board so many times that I feel confident that my own immune system could withstand a cholera epidemic.

Speaking of sons....How do you live without snow days?  Do you even know how to play Monopoly for hours on end?  Is sorry just a word to you or are you aware that it is a bored  board game?

What must it be like seeing color everywhere you go?  Do you realize what an advanced sense of color I have?  The other day, I would swear to you that I was seeing blue tones in the snow.  Have you any idea how many shades of grey there actually are?  More than fifty, I assure you.

So, my dearest southern belles, please accept my hats not only as a way to shade you from the sun, but as a token of true northern strength of character.  I will leave you with a photo of the view from my living room window.  If this doesn't say perseverance and fortitude, I don't know what does.  Don't cry for me, Texas, Florida, Georgia, Argentina.......Let me cry for you.


Monday, February 9, 2015

Amelia Earhart, Eat Your Heart Out

If Amelia Earhart was still around, I feel certain that she would have commissioned me to felt her a hat like this.  I also feel certain that she would have loved Linda Ruth, who did commission me to make this hat.
I met Linda Ruth a few weeks back at the Lunenburg Farmers Market and I realized pretty quickly that we were kindred spirits.  It's true, this sort of hat is not for everyone.  It is most certainly not for the timid at heart, but there is nothing timid at heart about Linda Ruth.  She called to tell me that she was coming to pick her hat up today because she had to cancel her snowboarding date due to the -15 C temperatures out there with a wind chill of bloody cold.
She brought with her a bag of mittens that she has been making from recycled wool.  They are sooo cute, I could hardly stand it and if it weren't for my electric bill, I would have succumbed.   When Linda Ruth is not bombing down a mountain, she can be found in her beautiful shop in Chester, Nova Scotia, hooking unbelievably intricate rugs and making mittens. Her shop is called Come by Chance Antiques and is five floors of beauty made by several artists.  Her facebook page can be found by clicking here.  

I am just having so much fun making these hats in various colour combinations for various strong willed, beautiful and creative women.  If you plan to take to the skies soon, be sure to drop me a line and I will get your flying cap made for you.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Lady's got Style

I was selling my wares at our Lunenburg Farmer's Market today, when this beautiful woman walked by.  The coat, the boots, the scarf, her hair, her face, absolute perfection.  The only thing missing was....


The headand, of course.  I was so relieved that she agreed with me.  Her name is Margaret, which is perfect because I happen to love all Margarets.  She was visiting from Salt Spring Island, BC.  That is a place I would love to visit.  At least I get to send an ambassador.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Lunenburg The Beautiful

Happy Monday morning.  That's a good one, right?  I have been hoarding thoughts to share with you on this blog regarding parenting and evil fifth grade science fair projects and the adventures of accidentally discovering the very existence of this science fair project two days before it's due date by way of another parent's Facebook post, but somehow, I just can't bring myself to revisit this experience.  So, instead I will share some photos of this beautiful town that I call home.  Ever since my sister in law donated her used iphone to me, I have been extremely snap happy.  I have no patience for lenses, apertures, focus and all that  other complicated photography paraphernalia, but I do love to have a little one click camera in my pocket to capture all the beauty around me.  Hope you enjoy them and hope they inspire you to visit me and see for yourself.
I call this,  Frozen Laundry on Donut Hill.  Not sure why this little path is called Donut hill.  Maybe it's because when you make it to the top you feel like you deserve a donut.

The front harbour of Lunenburg.  The front harbour is filled with ships and industry and the back harbour is peaceful and pastoral.


This is looking out over the back harbour onto First peninsula.   I couldn't quite capture what I was seeing, but it looked like part of a model railroad.

Every once in a while, on one of my morning walks with my trusted canine companion, I look back over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of magic.  This is the Lunenburg Academy.  Up until a few years ago it was the elementary school in town, but now it is being reborn as a home for The Lunenburg Academy of Music Peformance.  http://www.lampns.ca/  which is one more reason to come visit.  For, I believe, 20 weeks of the year the building is filled with world class, classical musicians giving workshops and performances.
So, there you have it.  More temptation.  Hope it's working.