Sunday, September 27, 2009

Buried Under Hats

I've been thinking about writing in my blog. Really. In the same way I have been thinking of doing the dishes, laundry, cleaning my studio, going for a walk, getting a massage. I try to remind myself that this is a really good thing, but I am buried under a pile of hats. The orders have been pouring in and everyone wants it at the same time. I think the answer is more help and I'll work on that one in the future, but for now it's mostly been little ol' me as designer, sewer, negligent bookkeeper and janitor. Oh, right...and Mom. Forgot about that poor little guy who has been expressing his desire for me to never leave the house and if I do for him to come with me anywhere and everywhere. I have actually been forcing myself to go for a walk most days and this is my saving grace. The walk that keeps me out of the funny farm. It's so great to look outwards once a day. I am constantly awed by the beauty of this town. Fall is the most glorious season here. The light has a quality that I can't express in words. So, this was it. My breaks over. Back to the cutting table. Until next time. Happy Hatting. Anna

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Come September

Fall has arrived in Nova Scotia. My friend insists that if you don't leave the house till noon and you are in by 5 then you can pretend it's summer, but really it's fall. The good news is that fall is the most incredible season here. The sky is so blue, the light is intense and it's sunny and slightly cool.
The even better news (and now I take the risk of sounding like the evil mother that I really am) is that Dusty is back in school. Six hours in the house by myself. It's heavenly. Amazing how much work I can get done alone. Our last days of summer have been filled with visits from good friends and some dips in the ocean and one of the many incredible lakes in this area. The photo of this lake is in Port Mouton. Pronounced Port m'toon. Terrible, I know, but try to pronounce it correctly and you will forever brand yourself as an outsider. In hat land I finally finished a wet felted merino wool hat for a lovely woman in Montreal. These hats are my absolute favourite things to make. They have nothing to do with the word production. I begin with the wool and create the actual felt. This allows me to do anything my imagination can dream of. I am posting some photos of the hat in progress. I am always amazed when felting works. It seems like magic.