Friday, August 21, 2009

Living the Life in Gibson's Landing

This is the life... my sister and I are in Gibson's Landing taking in the Fibre Festival. Gibson's Landing is the setting of "the Beachcombers" and you don't have to be super-young to remember that show. According to our research (eating calmari and fish and chips at Molly's Reach) the Beachcombers ran from 1972 to 1990. Here is Barb, knitting in front of the Persephone (the real boat) from the show.

We took a walk down Molly's Lane, the sound stage for the Beachcombers and home to some very nice market shops. I asked my friend, Margaret, who grew up in and still lives in Gibson's Landing, about the filming of the show. Did they block off the street? Margaret told me that they had some people out directing traffic, but that was it. She said her dog was in one scene. The actors weren't pretentious and the show didn't interrupt the town life. Cool, eh?

While walking down the lane, we came across a pear tree. And today I saw two plum trees. Barb bought apricots from a roadside stand a braved the thorny branches to get at some ripe blackberries. Serious thorns! But the fruit is great and fresh and ripe.

We're taking classes and creating wonderful fibre-related items. We're meeting people and we're having a lot of fun. Gibson's Landing is a great place to have a festival. It's beautiful and warm and exotic. Life here is good.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Busy, Busy, Busy!

Oh my, it has been forever since I posted anything here. It's a reflection of just how busy I've been (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!) But, truthfully, we've been working pretty much 7 days a week. No boring work talk, however. Today I'm working on setting up our new (second) yarn store location. I will be putting lovely, soft yarn up on the walls and keeping up the inventory on them. Poor me!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Winter Inspiration

Mike suggested we go for a walk yesterday and check out the trees. From the windows of the house, it looked like the trees were covered with frost, but on closer inspection we saw that it was really snow. The flakes had fallen large and they clung to the tree branches the way iron filings cling to a magnet. The sun was bright and it lit up the snow flakes so that everything was a brilliant white. Despite the sun, the air was crisp and I had to keep my camera tucked into my jacket.

A steady wind worked to undo the magic of the clinging snowflakes... by the time we finished our walk it was already blowing the flakes off the trees and onto the ground. The winter landscape is an inspiration in contrasts of light on dark and dark on light. I looked at the mittens on my hands and realized how much the contrasts in monochromatic colours has inspired my recent knitting... Even when the contrast is subtle, the imagery of the winter landscape is incredible. The new snow is clean; we can see and hear our tracks in the snow; and when the wind blows the snowflakes clear of the branches the flakes themselves are so big, you expect to hear them chime or tinkle as they hit the ground.