There's been a grave robbery. I took advantage of the unseasonably warm weather and hiked up Teapot Hill last Thursday. I was disappointed to see that Brown Betty's remains have been disturbed. Whoever took her from what was supposed to be her final resting spot deserves the mess they are going to have when she leaks all over their kitchen. A few new teapots have been added since I was last there. This miniature Winnie the Pooh was my favourite.
These tree trunks remind me of Celtic cables. Maybe I'll try hiding my next broken teapot under one of them.
I love this article about a couple who have been married for 78 years.
Has anyone else noticed the new and extremely lazy labelling on fresh produce? I used to be able to pick up something like a container of spinach, lettuce or kale and see where it was grown. Now every container says the same thing: Product of USA and/or Mexico. This really irks me. Sorry, I know I shouldn't be so negative, but it matters to me where my food originates, how it was grown and harvested, and what standards are in place to make sure there isn't a boatload of chemicals dumped on what we consume. I'm not saying we eat only organic foods, but I do try to avoid buying food from places where there is little incentive to raise food in a way that makes it safe for consumption. And I don't understand why it is when someone visits Mexico they have to be very careful not to eat unpeeled fresh fruits and vegetables, and they are never supposed to drink the water straight from the tap, yet we get all these imported items from there that are supposed to be okay. Am I the only person who has noticed this new labelling?
On a more positive note, it seems like my generation can breathe a collective sigh of relief. We were the ones who grew up with parents who smoked like chimneys, and for years have been reading how all that second-hand smoke we breathed in was almost as bad as if we had our own two pack a day habit. It turns out that was a myth. As the child of two heavy duty smokers this was definitely good news.
Remember the socks I knit up last summer out of Rowan's new Fine Art sock yarn? I wasn't sure at the time if the yarn was best suited to making socks. I wanted to give an update and say these socks have actually been some of my favourites this winter. They are toasty warm and have held up very nicely, which is saying something since my socks tend to get a good workout because of all the walking I do.
My husband enjoys drinking craft beer. I'm not a beer drinker, and to me connecting the word craft with beer seems wrong on so many levels. This is the specialty beer he had yesterday.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Is it a take-off on the new holiday fad of finding the ugliest sweater possible to wear to the Christmas party? Or did the brewer have a bad experience with a Mary Maxim sweater when he was a child?
I should never have said in my last post that I hoped the appliance guys' arrival didn't end up being material for another blog post. If I told you that on Wednesday afternoon they phoned from their truck to say they had just turned onto the Columbia Valley Road - this would be the only road that goes down the lake to where we live - and the RCMP had the road blocked off in both directions, would you believe me? Probably not. I wouldn't have believed it myself had it not been for the fact that they never showed up. Delivery was rescheduled for Saturday, and I'm happy to report they actually did arrive. I was pretty much alone in that feeling of happiness. When they looked at the machines wedged tightly against the wall they were incredulous.
I sat on the couch madly knitting away trying to calm my nerves while I was looking over at scenes like this.
This is the back deck after the now "not so new" machines got unwedged. The replacement machines are the white ones. The picture is a bit deceptive in terms of size. It makes it look like the new white machines are about the same size, but if you look at the size of the door opening you can tell they are actually quite a bit smaller.
The truth is I already hated the new washing machine they hauled away. After almost every load I would find an item of clothing caught up in the rubber seal around the drum. And it had committed the unpardonable sin of felting Fergus's red sweater I knit for him. I have never, ever had something knit with superwash yarn felt in the machine before, and I have washed loads of superwash items over the years. I'm encouraged by the fact these are European machines. After all, they make terrific cheese and chocolate. I'm hoping that skill set somehow carries over to appliance design. Now this really should be my last post about the washer and dryer!