I live in my favourite place in the world. It took a long time to get here…to figure out what we needed to do to live here. And it was worth it. I wake up every morning, in every season, to beauty…everywhere I look.
But I do miss my friends in Toronto. So every year (OK, 2 so far, but I don’t see this ending) a small group of friends make the trek north in the dead of winter to see me. Seriously. Not in the summer, when the roads are clear. They wait till it’s -30° C and the weather network is throwing around phrases like “flash freezing warning”. I know we like wool and everything, but THAT’S friendship.
This is Anastasia.
And not just any cake…YARN CAKE! With a pattern. Which we ate. All of it. No, you can’t have some.
We got to roll around in Glenna’s Midnight Collection samples:
What’s even more amazing is that the samples were out romping around with her carrot cupcakes a hair’s breath away. Brave woman, that.
We moved right in to the house we rented and sprawled across every spare bit of space.
Getting up occasionally to cook:
(I love Martha because she brought me purple carrots. PURPLE!)
And we knit.
While introducing the uninitiated to Firefly and Buffy. (Though I somehow managed to dodge Dr. Who again…and I wasn’t even trying to!)
The Boy helped me bring over a little yarn. Two carloads full. So there was some very organized and well thought out hoarding:
And more food:
“Drizzle the cream ARTISTICALLY”, were the instructions.
We entertained Little Miss Lambie Toes…
Why yes, that IS a demon on the TV. Children’s Aid is SO going to be after us. And yes, that IS a world famous knitwear designer making faces at the munchkin. The extent some people will go to to avoid designing an entire Firefly-based sock collection in one weekend…
Really, this post should be all about the child:
“Mummy, this is MY stash…YOUR stash is purple.”
This year, this was more than a retreat to me. It was a milestone. At last year’s retreat, our entire stock fit into 2 plastic tubs. This year, we couldn’t bring it all. A year ago I was certain that no one would ever buy our yarn ever again. And this group of women encouraged me, made me laugh and told me I was crazy. They told me they had it all figured out and all I had to do was make beautiful yarn. And then each one went home and did at least one little thing to help us grow. It wasn’t exactly the same group this year. It may not be the same group next year. But this weekend. This oasis of calm and laughter and flavour and colour in the middle of winter is just what I need at exactly the time I need it.