Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Was I in heaven?
When you wake up in the morning, step out on the deck with a cup of tea, and cast your eyes upon a view which looks something like this, you have to wonder.
It was warm enough in the early morning that I could sit on the same deck in my pyjamas, book in one hand and cuppa in the other. After the reading, there was walking. There was a beautiful headland to ramble on, with coves and cliffs and views to explore. At least a couple of hours were spent watching the whales blowing tremendous spouts of water out of their blowholes, and a seal entertained us for a little while too.
There was a little crafting, but a lot of eating and drinking and talking and fooling. I have a new love of Maggie Beer Pate. Some would call it an addiction.
On Saturday we headed down the highway to Berry for the Spinners and Weavers' Guild exhibition. Five dollars to enter, and you get a free cup of tea and homemade slices along with some stunning examples of hand dying, spinning, knitting, weaving and crochet to ooh and aah over. There was a man demonstrating a 1930s sock knitting machine. I told him I had one of those too - my mum (although she's more of a 1940s model). He laughed.
A few of us headed to Sew And Tell, a lovely craft store in Berry. I fell in love with Cascade 220 in black and grey and took both yarns outside in the daylight to check on the colour. I told the shop assistants that I would leave my friends behind as collateral, but really, I couldn't have left my friends behind. Besides, one of them had the house key.
So I chose the black. It's lovely. It's not shiny or fluffy. It's not blue-black, purple-black or green-black. It's just black-black and very matte. Of course, in this photo it looks blue-black, so you're going to have to trust me on this. It's going to be a lacy cardigan of some description, but that's half the adventure - finding the right pattern.
So a lovely weekend was had, and while I didn't get as much of my quilt done as I wanted, that was fine.
Now, could you please pass me some pate?
P.S. This was where we went for a crafty weekend. We don't live here (although I think all of us wish we did).