Earlier in the week I was heading out on a walk, and as I took a look around me the thought I've had so many times before ran through my head. I love where I live. The mountains, the trees, the lake, my little cottage, my front porch (back in use again now that the weather has improved). I am surrounded by so many good things in my life, and those are the things I tend to blog about.
Then I had another thought. Because I like to share the good bits of my life with you, you might get the impression that everything is always wonderful, that there isn't anything unsightly nearby, that all my knitting projects turn out, and that our cottage is immaculate. I think it's time to set the record straight.
Our cat Emily is shedding. It looks like she exploded on top of the couch.
Fergus is shedding too, although his hair tends to collect on the floor.
Yes, my daily walk is lovely, but at the junction of the highway with the road down to Lindell Beach I pass by this, possibly the world's ugliest sign.
Which, when I think about it, is perfect since it directs unfortunate campers at the nearby provincial campground to this, possibly the world's ugliest storefront.
Then there's my knitting. Every time I walk into my little craft closet I try to avert my eyes from this lump of disaster. It was meant to be a sweater for a newborn, but about halfway through my knitting I had to admit it was a complete failure. Unless I could find a kindergarten age child who didn't mind wearing a baby kimono.
Then there is this sock.
I actually quite like this sock, but I fear it is never going to have a "sole mate." You know the expression "it's what's on the inside that counts?"
That single sock has been languishing in my sock basket for over three years now. I don't have the heart to throw it out. I don't have the courage to weave in all those ends. And I certainly don't have any plans to knit the second one.
Now if you'll excuse me I think I better go find the vacuum. Have a great weekend!