I am in the middle of Something I Can Not Talk About. Which means two things. The first is that it's hard to write a blog post when you can't write about what you really want to write about. The second is that I don't have a lot of time, due to the attention being given to this project. So here's a quick roundup of the past few days, and hopefully there will be a longer post next time.
Today is election day in BC. In the interests of keeping this a politically neutral blog, all I will say is I really wish they would have included nose plugs when they mailed out the voter registration cards. Yes, the choices are all that bad.
One nice thing about having your kids grow up and move out of the house is finally, after years of having to shuffle people around every time visitors arrived, we now have a designated guest room. This would be even more awesome if it weren't for the fact that it is also my designated craft room. Which would explain why one of the first things out of my mouth when our guests arrived last week was a warning to not open the closet in their room. Because...
Here is a picture of David and Fergus taken a couple of days ago. Don't be fooled by those innocent looks.
David just walked into the kitchen with his nose in the air and asked, "What smells like hippies?" I had to confess it was me. My neighbour is starting a soap and lotion business and she had just asked me to try out a new formula. After all our years living in the Kootenays, I am afraid we will always associate the smell of patchouli with some of the more colourful inhabitants of that area. The Urban Dictionary defines patchouli as:
A pungent scented oil usually worn by those who live an alternative or bohemian lifestyle. ie:Artist, musicians hippies, bikers, punkrockers etc.
They obviously overlooked knitters in their definition. My friend's soaps are amazing, and once she has her website up and running I plan to give away a bar on my blog, so stay tuned. And I promise, no patchouli.