A friend gifted me some of her vintage damask table linens.






Travel, Food, Drink, and Life from Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada
i’m in Annapolis Royale, and right across the street is arts place, a gallery for NS artists. Today’s opening exhibit includes handspun knits and print work.










I remember having a lot of fun with my etch a sketch as a kid. Making a drawing and then shaking it so that you’d have another blank slate to draw on. There’s something about that physical memory that keeps coming back to me every time I check the weather forecast and it’s still below -25. I shake my phone as if that will somehow change the reality of this never-ending freezing cold winter.

I feel like a pom-pom is the bedazzle of the fibre world. I had a lot of fun yesterday afternoon making a lot of. Pom-poms and I’ve sewed them on a lot of things.

The games wrapped up this afternoon with the street party downtown. It warmed up to a balmy -14°C so I got all my winter gear on and went out to enjoy it briefly. 
