We're getting ready to leave for Tete Jaune at 8 am but think that Blogger might just still be asleep and won't notice me trying to upload pictures, so typing this as DH has his granola (great granola they serve here at the Bear's Hill Lodge) and I break off bits of a cheese scone in between typing on the breakfast table.
I tried to do this last night as well (never stop thinking about you waiting for the pics) and had got right through to the very last one when the whole thing crashed. D - m -nation! Still, here's hoping.
Well, got one in at least. Here's that very first of what I hope will be many yarn stores, the one in Chilliwack the morning after we arrived...
and here's the interior, lovely and crowded. I'm admiring that incredible jacket made from the book which explores new ways and shapes - can't remember its title or even author right now but will give you a closeup of the jacket next posting and you'll probably know it right off. That's the new Vogue Knitting mag under my arm.
Here's the first proof that it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive in a town late on Saturday night. Mostly quilting stuff in the window but I could see lots of yarn in the dim interior (this is 9 pm by the way).
And here's the second. First time I've seen one using the title 'Fibre' - and hey, they spell it like we do. Is that a Canadian thing?
Here's a closeup of the window - that's me reflected in the mirror, with DH pointing the camera. Silk, mohair, soy, chenille - what a beautifully designed window, calculated to get you leaping right in there to explore the treasures beyond.
Aren't these felted boots irresistible? They're made in Nepal, according to the label. Lovely jester footwear for the holiday season.
And finally here is one of those amazing peaks on the Icefield Parkway with the clouds forming and blowing above it. What a huge, impressive, slightly frightening place that icy world is.
Fingers crossed, I'm going to press Publish Post now. That's where it all crashed yesterday... Next time I'll show you the furious elk, full of desire and bad temper, and the dawn over Pyramid Lake...