I’m almost bursting with everything that has happened these past few days. Last Thursday, just as I was getting ready to head
out the door, a small bus pulled into the yard. A dozen very enthusiastic
hikers got out, they were traveling around the southern part of the province
taking in the sites, when they came upon our brochure at a local coffee
shop. There were several knitters in the bunch, so they asked their guide
if they could add the shop to their itinerary.
What an incredible group! They had been together for the past ten days,
hiking, staying at inns, exploring the countryside. What a way to travel.
They came from all over North America, as far off as San Diego and as close
as Ottawa. One of the women was from the Ottawa Knitters Guild, and was
wearing the most incredible vest, made from all her leftover scraps.
On Friday, Joyce Chown, a colleague of Mary Blacks dropped by for a visit
with a friend. What a feisty pair of 80 somethings. Joyce spent some
quality time with Laura Fry’s book, Magic in the Water, carefully examining
each sample. Both she and her friend were thrilled with the work that Laura
has done, and kept commenting on how much weaving had changed since they
started out in the 1940’s. I am still laughing over Joyce’s comment when I
was pulling out some handdyed roving from New Zealand for her. She looked
at it and remarked to her friend, “now isn’t that just sexy”, referring to
the fibre. I nearly fell off my chair 🙂
Saturday we had so many wonderful visitors, it is hard to pick just one to
talk about. My mother, who is a tour director brought a bus load from
Ontario for a bit of spinning demonstration. In the midst of all that a
weaver, spinner and knitter from Kingston, Ontario, came with her husband,
and didn’t want to leave. We spent more then an hour talking about various
projects, pouring over patterns and picking yarn for gifts to each her
children. They were such a pleasant couple to chat with.
Next up was a couple who live about an hour down the valley, and what they
had to tell us caused great excitement. They grow Japanese Indigo. They
dye regularly in late summer and early fall, and harvest the seeds for next
years crop. They are amazing, and what wonderful stories they had to tell.
She is a weaver, she used to weave yardage for a company down the valley who
made high end clothing. They once lived on a private island off the coast
of Maine, where their house was fenced in, and the sheep ran free. We are
planning a workshop next fall at their home on the Fundy shore, so we can
see their Indigo dyeing at work.
To top the day off, Brenda and I were sitting quietly, knitting away, when
we noticed a woman coming towards the door. Nothing unusual about that.
Then all of a sudden, a man came screaming and laughing by the window, took
a dive and rolled, landing on the grass in a heap, still hysterical with
laughter. He had gotten out of his car to find Rocky the Rooster right
nearby. Instead of quietly walking past, he decided to make a few chicken
noises at Rocky and his girls. Not a good idea, Rocky was not impressed,
and proceeded to chase the man towards the shop door, resulting in the
stuntman style entrance we saw. We spent the next half hour, and quite
honestly, most of the next day laughing so hard the tears were flowing. The
couple was from Connecticut, and it seems their vacation was meant to be
memorable. They had arrived at the B&B the day before just in time to help
load the sheep that were headed for market. I’m sure they will never forget
Sunday was another busy day. My wild Danish weaving friend Pia brought a
friend from Denmark for a visit. Jali, came from around the corner to bring
some of her incredible hats for the shop, they include acorn shaped hats,
simple fitted bonnets, and the most wonderful, funky, wild hat, which I
can’t even begin to describe.
Last but not least, nearly four months to the day after their first visit, a
wonderful couple from Halifax, who were our very first customers, dropped by
with a knitting friend from Toronto. It was such a pleasure to see these
folks again, and they seemed truly thrilled to see the progress we had made.
On their first visit there was barely any yarn on the shelves, the grass
hadn’t even be removed to make the walkway to the door. We are now filled
to the brim with colour and texture, books and needles, fleece and yarn.
That’s it for today, check out our workshop schedule, Grand Opening Invite
and other tidbits on the site.
Wolfville, Nova Scotia (where it was nearly 30 degrees today, is summer