It was so hot in the village on Saturday, that the hotel was a welcome destination. No canoing, no long hikes, just me and the knitting…John was at the pool and foraging for dinner.

Thanks to Joan’s buttons, I ended up with some pretty cute pieces. The hat pile ended up lined along the bed over a pile of cushy pillows. Not bad for an evening of work. And the view from the balcony in the room was inspiring. All forest! Explains the elvin hats. I am loving this new wool.

The knitting continued at the market on Sunday, but without the breeze of the forest and the fan in the room. Julie had her last lesson. Boo for me. She has been such a good student. You’ll see more of her finished pieces in later blog posts. Customers (regulars and newbies) were in the booth in a steady stream. Texans in for their annual convention.

On a sad note, Bob from Thelma’s Goodies passed away on Friday after a long struggle with cancer. He was a fixture in the market, funny, gracious, a great booth neighbour and I will really miss him. Thanksgiving at the market will not be the same without him to finish my pumpkin pie.