Well, JJ and I are setting off for a big trip first thing tomorrow: to the East Coast!
(Um, no, we won’t be dancing out there – we’re taking the train. I wonder if you could call it the Orient Express?!?)
So, alas, this means that I will be taking a short hiatus from the blog. I will miss you all dreadfully, but JJ insists that I need a break from “that bloody computerrrrr” as well as from work. (In exchange for this great sacrifice, by the way, he has agreed to check out some yarnie spots down there that I have researched. I don’t know if he realises quite what he is in for, actually).
(Oh, and by the way, I’ve bribed hired Mario the superintendent
to watch over my spare room while I’m gone – so don’t get any ideas about stash raiding…!! Your only chance is to show up right after he’s finished the bottle of vodka this cost me, I figure…)
Nova Scotia, by the way, is home to the Fleece Artist – so who knows what I might manage to score in my travels?!
I’m also likely taking a wee break from knitting as well as I have some trashy novels to catch up on… but will be taking some lovely Blue Moon with me just in case. I’ll also be practicing my tango moves…
(I started Argentinian tango lessons some time back. It is quite addictive. If you do a YouTube search on “tango” and “argentina” you’ll see what I mean. I had taken lessons for a couple of years some time back but my then-dance partner was 13 inches taller than me, which proved a bit awkward. This time, I’ve managed to find a midget like myself.)
So, I’ll be back on 7 or 8 June or thereabouts with lots of boring vacation photos and, it is hoped, far less boring pics of NS yarns!
Wishing you a lovely couple of weeks, and see you anon!
PS. I just realised that the subject line of this post will probably only make sense to Canajans like me who were forced to learn annoying little folk songs about all the provinces in public school years. The Nova Scotia one was called “Farewell to Nova Scotia” and is actually quite a depressing little ditty talking about dead sailors, etc. Another east coast favourite was “I’s the bye who builds the boat” from Newfoundland – anyone remember that one?! Now try and get it out of your head. Ha!