I think Sunday was the best day I had in the Whistler Market. Seriously. The sun was incredible, the breeze was soft and cooling and …….I felt the love. What do I mean?

Yarn love, and the absolute abundance of all things yarny.
John made a new friend.
There was an exciting wardrobe malfunction.
There was knit love.
There were boy cooties and good friends.
I laughed a lot, so much that it hurt my face. Still smarts just a bit.

John found a new friend. They became inseparable. This also became the corner where all bored husbands could sit and join John and keep him company and pet the dog while wives and girlfriends were discussing yarn things.

I was happier with my booth than I have ever been because I removed half of what I would usually display. Simple, clean —crisp and clean and no caffeine in honour of my 5th day without coffee.

Just a couple of people I want to thank for the day.

Jan, thanks for coming by to visit, even though you weren’t feeling well. I am still determined to find that paragliding day before the end of the season…Have needles, will tandem glide. You know you want to see this happen.

Michelle, your enthusiasm for the craft reinvigorated me and made the long drive back to Vancouver tolerable. And then to get home and have an e-mail from you…even better. I think I might have bruised this poor woman’s ribs I hugged her so much! Please forgive me for doing this, but since I am still reeling from your kind words, I would like to include a small piece of your note….the flattering piece, of course..

‘What sets your work apart from much of what I see at similar venues is the meticulous attention to structure and form. Of course your gift of color and texture only adds to it all.’

Oh, and while we’re at it…I’d like a shout out to the Garlic Guy, the Pickle Guys, the Spice Guy, the Banana Fritter Ladies, the Felt Lady , The Bike shop for lending us their dog for the day and everyone that stopped by to say hello.

Now I leave you with a few more pics of the new and improved booth.

**I apologize for my extreme use of the words yarn, and yarnie and all its variations. It is my new favourite thing to say.

***Although I never normally do this, I have to say it….I hated my stay at the Mountainside Lodge, I mean HATED it. There, now I feel better.