Sunday, October 28, 2012

A Felt Hat For a Change

My life has been shaped by Downton Abbey these days. We bought the first two seasons on Itunes and when we plowed through the whole thing in a couple of weeks, I went through a small depression and wandered around aimlessly for a few days. I tried watching other fluffy, romantic, British period pieces, but nothing compared. Finally, I decided to just watch the whole thing over again. It's just as good the second time around. I still feel obsessed about this series. This is from a person that almost never watches television or movies. This is different, though. The show just embraces a time when everything was slow. Fashion was slow. Every coat, dress and hat takes my breath away and I find myself wanting to have all the time in the world to make such creations. So, yesterday I pulled out the felt and started to block this hat. On the same day, my neighbour presented me with all these beautiful feather sprays that came off her grandmothers' hats. Now these feathers are having a reincarnation. I don't know how many hours I'll be able to steal to make more felt hats this season, but this one sure was fun.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

In The Studio Then on My Bike

I have been working on several wholesale orders these days. These hats are headed to the Dana Farber Cancer institute in Boston. Making hats for women undergoing chemotherapy is really one of the best parts of this job. So nice to make a woman feel pretty at a difficult time.
Tony takes Dusty to gymnastics on Friday evenings. Usually I work on making supper, but last night I said to heck with it. Let them eat bread. I hopped on my beautiful new bicycle and headed towards Blue Rocks. I'm sure my exhale was heard for miles around.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Must Felt

I'm not sure when I became the polar fleece queen. Don't get me wrong, I do love my fleece hats and I find on a really cold day they are the ones I reach for. I understand how they became the staple of my business because like my customers, I appreciate a pretty hat that is comfortable, that can be sat on in a restaurant, mauled by children or stuffed in a purse and still look pretty at the end of the day, but....I really love to make felt hats and sometimes I want to live in a world where nothing is practical. I think I feel a new felt hat coming on soon.

Friday, October 12, 2012

My Morning Walk

My inner voice that berates me daily for needing to do laundry, clean the bathroom, cut back the raspberry bushes, move that shovel away from the side of the house that has been there for 4 months, has added "write in your blog" to the list. The thing is, I actually like blogging. What happened? I have thunk and thunk and the only thing I can come up with is that Facebook sucked my ability and desire to formulate complete sentences out of my brain. And so... I fight back. I start with my walk this morning around town. While eating dinner, Tony made fun of me and said I'd probably blog about Lunenburg and my new boots. The truth is, I thought about photographing my boots, but I restrained myself. I guess I'm pretty predictable. I just happen to really love this town. (and my boots) The big yellow bus comes every day at 7:20 to take the boy away and then it's me and Lego the dog on our daily jaunt. We headed up the hill. Our first view is the back harbour. I love this view. It's the alternative Lunenburg view. So pastoral. The back of our house faces the back harbour and we would have an amazing view from our bedroom, but there are zero windows on the back of the house. It's on the to do list.
Lego pulls me around Block House hill and while he looks for deer poop, I look out at the town towards the front harbour.
The first majestic view is from Pelham st. There is another sniffing ground here to amuse the dog and a much needed trash barrel.
We turn left down to Montague st. and come to Foodland, one of our two local grocery stores. While I am grateful to have a place to pick up milk, mostly I weep for the memory of well stocked stores with appealing food. This sign says it all. Whole Wheat Bread...A new fangled food from a far away land. I do so love our farmers' market. It makes up for a store that can be out of soda water, apple juice and raisins for two weeks. (That's the other store.)
I love this view of the back of two of Lunenburg's wonderful restaurants. Magnolia's has the best Key Lime Pie ever.
The Picton Castle is still in town, but they are soon headed for the south seas for two years. I say that like it's no big deal, but really, it's mind boggling. I just don't understand how you get there from here.
We begin our homeward climb up King st. I had to put this photo in because this is the sort of thing I love to look at. Mums planted in pumpkins. I'll do that after I cut back the raspberry bushes and fold some laundry.
I pant up the hill along the Town Hall. I love this building. It makes me think of Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel. Then, it's back home for another half cup of coffee and into my little sweat shop to cut and sew and make pretty flowers till the boy gets off that big yellow bus at 3:30. Such is my life. I picked it. I'll write again soon. Really.