I wish I could write with exciting news, photos -- something, but it's same old, same old here. We're in a strict lockdown in Ontario, not that that means much given that Bill and I have been avoiding social interactions for over a year. I haven't been inside a shop of any kind since March 2020. Thankfully, Isabel is living within walking distance of us, at least temporarily until her big tech employer calls its employees back into the office in Kitchener/ Waterloo. She's "bubbling" with us, following identical restrictions. Not so for James, also within walking distance. I see him at a distance only, but we chat periodically by phone.
What's happening in my insular world of making? A relatively plain vanilla sweater, enjoyable rather than boring after all the chart following concentration of the aran cardigan project.
The yarn is Ultra Alpaca worsted in "blueberry mix", looking as usual with my camera, more grey than blue.
I finally plyed some singles that had been sitting on spindles into a nice DK weight, shown drying on my music stand. It's Ashford's Corriedale in "Grape Jelly".
Yesterday I cut out and began to sew a cotton dress for warm weather. The fabric is "Meet me in Ibiza" from Cotton + Steel. Love those Japanese prints.
Finally, I'm having my annual contest of wills with a robin determined to build a nest atop one of our porch pillars. I think the terracotta pot has succeeded in thwarting her ambitions. I feel slightly cruel, but the resulting mess from bird poop on the porch can be dreadful, and there are plenty of other nesting opportunities out there.
Note the mayflies (bird food) dotting the pillar. They should be over in the next week or so. It's the curse of living a stone's throw from Lake Ontario.
Going for my first dose of Pfizer on Tuesday. Wish me luck.
