Leanneism

Farewell to Leanneism

2010-04-25T19:32:00.000-07:00

On Monday, April 26th I will stop blogging here. I have a bright and shiny new blog on Word Press. My new address there is www.authorleannedyck.wordpress.com That blog will focus on my life and my writing as this one has done. I hope that you will follow me over there.
See you there
Leanne
Visit me: www.oknitting.com

Happy Earth day

2010-04-22T08:56:00.000-07:00

About four years ago I gave a speak that I will now offer you...

Living on Mayne Island it's hard to escape nature. Deer wander through our lawn daily. Raccoons relentlessly attempt to steal our trash. Tree frogs serenade us. Spiders seek refugee in the nooks and carnies of our house. Yes, there is no escape -- enjoy it or leave.

Those of us who have chosen to stay care about nature. Caring about nature we have no choice but to commit ourselves to reducing global warming. I am proud to say that I have done my part:

-I recycle, reduce, re-use
-I haven't ridden in an airplane for over nine years
-I wash my laundry in cold water
-I'm a vegetarian
-I use energy saving light bulbs
-I walk or drive an electric bike

But I am the first to admit that I'm not the poster child for greenness. Most of what I have accomplished has been forced upon me by life circumstances. I'm being honest not humble.

Recently I realized that I could be more purposeful in my approach to reducing my footprint. If you're like me full of questions. Its time you find some answers. Wake up, search the web, follow the example of others who are more mindful. It is up to us. Set goals. Work towards them.

However, when of if you fail to reach these goals don't be too hard on yourself. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and try again.

Living green requires changing your mindset and that's hard to do but I promise you it worth it and it is fun. Just ask me about my electric bike.

It is time.

I recently saw a bumper sticker that read -- The earth doesn't belong to us. We belong to the earth.
Leanne
Visit me: www.oknitting.com

I'm working...

2010-04-20T09:41:00.001-07:00

I'm working on the next book in the Maynely A Mystery series -- MAYNELY HIDDEN.
I finished writing two other books before setting sail on the good ship MAYNELY HIDDEN. One of these other books was written, edited and submitted in one month -- I was inspired. The other, after four years of labour, was finally finished and submitted this month. These experiences left me feeling invincible. I was writer hear me roar.
Then, then I meet MAYNELY HIDDEN. Then I panicked and my pen stopped moving.
Why?
I'm not sure but I think it may have been pressure.
You see it seems that everyone I have spoken to lately about my writing has loved MAYNELY A MYSTERY. Their words still sing in my ear. I love praise.
However, like eating too much chocolate hearing too much praise made me sick. I began to panic. I want you to enjoy MAYNELY HIDDEN just as much as you had enjoyed MAYNELY A MYSTERY. ...But what if I couldn't pull it off?
It has always surprised me that some of my most favourite authors only published one book. I'm not surprised any longer. Now I know one of the possible reasons why.
So that was my dilemma.
What was the solution?
Freewriting.
I just wrote -- blindly, fearlessly. I wrote. I didn't worry about the merit of my words. I wrote.
Have you heard of this technique.
Today on The Book Designer blog Joel Friedlander has a blog entry entitled: Unleash Your Creativity Now: How to Freewrite
It's a good article you should read it. Here's the link: http://www.thebookdesigner.com/2010/04/unleash-your-creativity-now-how-to-freeewrite/#more-5757
So if you are blocked try freewriting. It works.
Oh, yeah and please don't forget this Saturday, April 24th starting at 1 pm two fellow Mayne Island authors and I will be giving book readings at Overleaf Cafe and Bookstore (1105 Pandora) Victoria, BC
Leanne
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the ebook NOVELTY YARN is published

2010-04-19T15:01:00.001-07:00

NOVELTY YARN is published.
I know this is way before the projected publication date of May 31st. Things just clicked along at an amazing rate.
for more information please visit: http://www.oknitting.com/
Follow the links for the sample or buy this new and improved edition.
All the best
Leanne

Let's talk fashion

2010-04-17T10:51:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago the Yarn Harlot posted a few pictures of a pair of leg warmers she recently knit for her sister. The ensuing discuss circled around how some were pleased and some were disappointed by this recurrence in fashion.
Keep that in mind as I continue...
Now, I have a dirty little secret I like to watch reality shows.
There I said it. It's out.
I don't watch all of the reality shows but I do watch my fair share -- Survivor, the Amazing race and Top Model.
In this season's episodes of Top Model Tyra Banks has been wearing jumpsuits.
(http://theskinnywebsite.com/site/2010/02/tyra-banks-update-2/)
Do you remember those?
I do -- fondly.
I have searched for jumpsuits in malls everywhere. I couldn't find them.
Now you may recall that I have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). When I have flare-ups waistbands are an issue. Jumpsuits would be the prefect solution.
I hope that Tyra's fashion statement encourages a trend.
What fashion would you like to encourage?
Leanne
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Amazing progress on Novelty Yarn ebook

2010-04-15T15:39:00.000-07:00

Today I rolled up my sleeves and set to work. I read over all the stories that were in the NOVELTY YARN audio book. I read over all the knitting related stories I have written recently. I pulled out the ones I really loved. I was very pleased -- I had a nice cross section of prose, poetry and essays.
I rolled up my sleeves even higher and edited these lovely stories.
Then I started organizing them -- in what order did I want them to appear? Which story should be first? Which last?
Then I formatted the document.
I worked so quickly I was amazed.
Of course it helps that each of these stories has been professionally edited. Thank the stars for a professional editor.
Now comes the tricky bit -- adding it to the smashwords site.
Wish me luck
Leanne
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Self-publishing: a different point of view

2010-04-14T08:53:00.000-07:00

I found an interesting blog entry. Please read it and then come back here for my two cents, thank you...
http://www.stateofindependents.co.uk/2010/03/self-published-authors-before-you-send-me-your-book-bear-this-in-mind/

To this I say...
So self-published books are the only ones with errors...really?
So the only reason why self-published authors self-publish is because no publisher will publish them...really?
Well, there are other reasons to self-publish. Here are mine...
I had a clear vision of my book -- the cover, the title, the content
I knew my target market and how to reach them
I wanted to educate myself regarding the publishing industry
Could I build a readership? I wanted to discover the answer to this question.
I wanted to take a risk on myself before I asked someone else to.

Oh, yes, Becky and Vanessa don't worry I have read the title of your blog entry. I have read it and will respect your wishes.
Leanne
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Tax time...

2010-04-12T15:09:00.000-07:00

so little time for anything else.
With one exception, I want to invite you to two readings I will be doing.
One at Overleaf cafe and bookstore (1105 Pandora) on Vancouver Island. I will be appearing with my friends, fellow islanders and authors: Terrill Welch and Amber Harvey
When? you ask.
April 24th from 1 to 3 pm.
It's a cozy little venue which lend its self nicely to a cozy little reading.

And then on Wednesday, May 5th from 7 - 9 pm at the Norway House (110 Hillside Avenue) I will be reading at Island Writers magazine launch. I will be appearing with fellow members of the Victoria Writers' Society.

"be appearing" -- I like it -- it makes me feel like a rock star.
Rock on
Leanne
And when you're done rocking, visit me: www.oknitting.com

oknitting's knitting book exclusively available...

2010-04-11T13:09:00.000-07:00

As you may know, I'm in the process of changing my career path. Since, August 2002 I have been actively, enjoyably engaged in my knitwear design career. However, following the success of my mystery novel -- MAYNELY A MYSTERY -- I have now decided to devote my life to writing.
This change means saying good-bye to seven years of knitting.
One of the ways I'm saying good-bye is by working on the ebook edition of my popular audio book NOVELTY YARN.
Another way is to delete my designer blogger -- Designer's Note. Before deleting it I'm re-posting some of my favourite entries. And speaking of that, its about time that I post another.
And yet another way to say good-bye is to figure out what to do with the remainder of my learn to knit pattern book YARN THERAPY.
I have received many positive comments regarding this book from many knitters.
Such as...
"The knitting basics tutorial include clear, step-by-step photos...I especially like Leanne's version of the mattress stitch seam, which is different than the version I use, and probably easier. The projects in this book are wonderful." Donna Druchunas (Ethnic Knitting Exploration)
If I was continuing on with my knitwear design career I wouldn't have a problem. I would merrily go right on selling this lovely book. However, I am saying good-bye. So what to do?
This...
The learn to knit pattern book Yarn Therapy is now exclusively available from Miners Bay Books (http://www.minersbaybooks.com)
So why don't you wonder on over to Miners Bay Book. Please tell Jennifer I sent you.
Then when your home again, visit me: www.oknitting.com
Leanne

Progress on my ebook project

2010-04-09T07:52:00.000-07:00

I found a eprinter: http://www.smashwords.com/ Check them out they look really cool. I hope things work as smoothly as they look like they do. Please remember that I'm not computer savvy. So this could be a steep learning curve for me.

I have a publication deadline: Monday, May 31th. That's right, I hope to have it availalbe by next month. So you know where I'm going to be doing for most of the day.

In the ebook you will find not only the best of Novelty Yarn the audio book but also some new pieces.

If you read on -- I'll write on

Leanne

Visit me: www.oknitting.com

Musk Ox Farm

2010-04-08T15:17:00.000-07:00

I received this message in my email inbox this morning from my friend Donna...

I'm giving 25% of all presales of Successful Lace Knitting to help the Musk Ox Farm. I'd love it if you'd post about this on your blogs or twitter/facebook, and link to my webiste for people who might want the book or to donate to the farm. Please feel free to pass this info along to anyone else who might want to help.

http://sheeptoshawl.com

Thanks!

Donna

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Too mysterious

2010-04-07T10:10:00.001-07:00

Yesterday's post was just too mysterious.
I mentioned that I had done something wrong when I tried to send my submission.
Exactly what did I do?
Well, you see the sweater I just finished was knit for the manuscript I just submitted. So I tried to include a photo of the sweater in the manuscript. Well, the email system that the publishing house uses wasn't set up to accept jpgs.
Hubby says that the jpg was just too big.
However, I did try to send everything separately (query, synopsis, manuscript) and even then it couldn't get through.
You would think that if the problem was simply that the jpg made the email too big that the problem would be solved when I sent it separately. The fact that this didn't solve the problem makes me think that they just didn't want jpgs sent.
What do you think?
Leanne
Visit me: www.oknitting.com

Silence

2010-04-06T13:36:00.000-07:00

Not too much activity on my blogs today. I was working on a submission. What a comedy of errors that turned out to be. It was an email submission and I did finally, thankfully manage to get it sent. I really hope that they forgive me my transgressions.
What happened? you may ask.
(My face is red) Let's just say I didn't make the best first impression.
To err is human -- and often for this human
Leanne
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A Tweet Romance

2010-04-04T15:14:00.001-07:00

Happy Easter!
Here's what the Easter bunny left...

Forgotten, alone, she typed: Will you be my efriend?
She received 400 replies -- one was from him.
They computer dated. They meet. She wore a sexy dress. He cooked. They had sex.
Now she is NEVER alone.

Leanne
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Sorry about that...

2010-04-03T18:02:00.000-07:00

So, anyway, I was goint to do this blog thing and guess what..the power went out.
So Hubby said, "Why don't we go off island?"
And I said, "Okay."
So we made a day of it. We had a delicious lunch at a fish and chip place. Then we did some shopping. Then we got the ferry home.
On the ferry we smiled at each other knowing that by the time we got home the power would be back and things would be return to normal.
Well, sadly it didn't work like that. We didn't get the pwer back until (very) early this morning and our Internet connection wasn't restored until this afternoon.
But now it is. And now I say, "Howdy, efriends."
Leanne
Visit me: www.oknitting.com

Magda's new blog

2010-04-01T09:16:00.000-07:00

I'm delighted to say that my friend Amber Harvey's main character Magda now has her own blog. Check it out... http://magdasblog.wordpress.com

T.D. Christopher on his way

2010-03-31T09:31:00.000-07:00

I received a link to a web site address in my email inbox this morning.
"Hmm, this is from Toby Snelgrove, I wonder what it is?" I thought.
I click on the link
I was impressed. I was impressed not only with Toby's fine writing voice but also because of the subject. The title of Toby's article is: From the Pits to the Pinnacle: TD Christopher Sings at the Olympics
http://www.metroblenznewssquad.com/category/tobysnelgrove
Please have a read and tell me what you think.
The sun is always shining -- somewhere,
Leanne
Visit me: www.oknitting.com

Prefectionism vs. Progress: what I think

2010-03-30T09:44:00.000-07:00

I just visited the Writer's Digest blog: There Are No Rules.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/norules
Jane Friedman is leading an interesting discussion entitled: Perfectionism vs. Progress: When is Good Good Enough?
Here's what I said...
Even though I would never call myself a perfectionist, I must admit that I have cringed when I have read some of my writing that is years, months, or even days old.
"How could I have ever submitted or posted that?" I've said.
What I've come to understand is that it is a fair representation of who I was a writer at that time.
I wasn't born a talented writer. I still have much to learn. Why not embrace the journey.
And as for the big "R" (rejection), I have recently learnt something that takes the sting out -- mass submissions. When you submit more than one piece at a time the odds that one will be positively received increases. An added bonus, you may even forget that you submitted a manuscript for publication. Then its acceptance comes as a pleasant surprise. Try it. It works.

I encourage you to join the discussion.
Leanne
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Earth hour and other things

2010-03-29T10:09:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday was earth hour. I celebrated for an extra hour. I started celebrating at 7 pm with a hour walk. Coming home, I turned off the lights and wrote by flashlight. As I sat at the dinning room table, official earth hour began, for me, with the feeling of lose. Dwelling in the dark has a great effect on this child of the light. It brought on a negative mood. Slowly I began to grow use to the night. I faced my demons and I found there not only negativity but also possibility. What can I lose? What can I gain? What can I make room for?

We think of the night as being the absence of light. However, as my eyes adjusted I found that there was light there.
Our modern world shuns the night. We fill each corner with light.
What are we afraid of?
Why must everything be so cut and dry? Why must we shun one and embrace the other. Isn't there room for both darkness and light in our lives?
May you dance under the moonlight
Leanne
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Thank you

2010-03-25T09:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I mentioned that I was working on a sweater pattern for a book I was planning on submitting. Imagine my surprise when I found my website listed on page one of the search engine Google when I used the key words writing a knitting book. I'm overwhelmed and humbled by your interest.

Now, I wonder why I was so surprised. You've always been supportive. Even though I've always written, it was you who helped me begin my writing career. It was your reaction to my blog that encouraged me to view myself as a writer. Thank you so much for your constant support.

No, mere words aren't enough. I need to do something. But what? How about this?
Do you remember my audio book NOVELTY YARN?

If not, please go to: http://www.oknitting.com/books.htm and scroll down. NOVELTY YARN is listed immediately under YARN THERAPY. YARN THERAPY is listed immediately under MAYNELY A MYSTERY.

Some very kind readers have written some very kind things about this book.

Well, how about this...how about if I take the best pieces from NOVELTY YARN and add to them some new pieces that I've written about knitting...how about if I do that and then make this new version available to you as an ebook. How about if I do that...

You are one of the first to hear of this plan. I will post more about this project as my
plans unfold.

Well, I'm off to find a ebook publisher.

All the best
Leanne

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Starting again

2010-03-24T09:53:00.001-07:00

Last Monday, Hubby and I went off-island. Hubby had an appointment. So I tagged along.
Don't I sound like someones' kid sister. Well, I am someones' kid sister. But in this particular scenario, I wasn't playing that part. No, in this scenario I was a woman with a mission. My quest was to seek out and buy yarn.
"Why," you ask, "was this mission such a vital one?"
Well, dear reader, this was an important mission because completion of this sweater is the last piece in the puzzle that I must complete before sending off yet another publishing house submission.
"Leanne, tell us more," you may beg.
Unfortunately, dear reader, my hands are tied. I can't at this point reveal more. You see to say too much would ruin the surprise and jinx the project.
Please keep logging on to this blog and I will reveal more as soon as I can.
Until then, how about this...

Twelve inches of a sweater back.
Blue skies,
Leanne

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Stalled yet again

2010-03-19T10:32:00.001-07:00

You know that green sweater that I was knitting? Well, I'm not knitting any longer.
Here's the deal: I was trying not to buy new yarn to knit this sweater. What I did was delve into my stash. Trouble is I didn't have enough yarn of one colour -- I needed six balls. I was short two. So I thought, Why don't I simply add two balls of variegated. Then I began my knit. I was knitting the turtleneck when I got another thought. I really don't like this. Is what I thought. So I stopped. I didn't burn my knitting. I didn't kick it to the curb. Oh, I wanted to. Oh, yes, I did. My plan wasn't working and I was upset. I was upset but I controlled myself. Now it sits taunting me. It is taunting me but I will have the last laugh I will rip it out.
What's the big deal? You ask. Just go to your LYS (local yarn shop).
Good thought. Only trouble with that is that my LYS is an hour and a half ferry trip plus car ride away.
I'm hoping that the stars will align and that I will get more yarn soon.
Remained looped...knit
Leanne
Visit me -- www.oknitting.com

So clever, so inspirational, so cool...

2010-03-18T08:20:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Weq_sHxghcg

Thank you, Joanna for sharing this with me.
Please watch this entire video.
Happy, sunny days
Leanne
Please visit me at www.oknitting.com

Happy Saint Patrick Day!

2010-03-17T08:46:00.000-07:00

I just realized that I don't have any green to wear today. Nothing. Zip. Zero.
I am currently knitting a green sweater. However, as this is the third time I cast on stitches to begin knitting it the chances that I will finish it today are zip, zero, none.
Do you believe in leprechauns?
Well, something has made this a sweater-that-can't-be-knit.
First, as Elizabeth Zimmerman would say, I unvent -- she used 'unvent' instead of 'unvent' because there is nothing new under the knitting sun -- a stitch pattern. A pretty cool stitch pattern actually. Only trouble is that it needed to be on a odd number of stitches and I was trying to work it on an even number of stitches.
Big deal, you say.
Well, it is a big deal because I start working in the "new" stitch pattern only after I worked 2. 5 inches of 1 x 1 rib stitch and 14. 5 inches of Stockinette stitch.
So I ripped that all back and began a new.
I began a new at night under dim light.
So, it wasn't until the morning that I realized the difference in the dye lot number between ball one and ball two.
Who would have put the two balls in the same bag?
Me.
So, anyway, I'm now knitting the back for the third time and I am dangerously close to the "new" stitch pattern.
Wish me luck.
Leanne
Please visit me at http://www.oknitting.com/

Tell Stephen King he's wasting his talent

2010-03-15T16:25:00.000-07:00

Okay, let me start by saying that I respect that everyone has a right to their own opinion.
However, there is a certain attitude that I don't respect. It's the attitude that says in effect, "I know everything and what you do doesn't measure up to my standards."
I don't respect that attitude and I won't remain silent in the face of it.
In Stephen King's book On Writing, he says that he has encountered people who have passed judgement on his writing genre. They have passed judgement and have told him that he was wasting his talent. Ridiculous...right? Right!
Well, I have encountered people -- fellow writers -- who have passed judgement on my method of publication. They have passed judgement and have told me that because I'm a self-published author I am in fact not published. They have said, "You just wanted to say you were published and so you self-published." And they weren't done. Oh, no, they weren't. They went on to predict that I would never sell more than 100 copies.
To them I say, "Let the readers decide."
And, my friends, the readers have decided. MAYNELY A MYSTERY(www.maynelyamystery.blogspot.com) is currently available in ten bookstores and I have sold -- nine months after publication -- 115 copies.
What's next? Unless you have an agent you're not an author. Unless your book has been translated you're not an author. Unless your book has become a movie you're not an author. When will this silliness end?
Thank you for reading,
Leanne
Please visit me at http://www.oknitting.com/

You know that episode on House

2010-03-09T14:49:00.000-08:00

Did you catch House last night?
Wow, I found it rather enlightening.
The episode was about a blogger who comes down with some kind of awful disease. For me, however, her disease wasn't the most interesting aspect of that episode. The most interesting aspect was the script writers comments on blogging.
To me, what he was saying was that we -- bloggers -- are addicted to being heard. Gone are the days when we are simply able to enjoy our lives. Instead, 2010, we all hunger for fame. Our life doesn't count unless we share it in a blog. In this attempt to attract readers we lay it all bare. All of it. Nothing is private.
Surely, this isn't how I feel. Surely, I'm able to keep the private private.
I would hope.
And yet I was about to comment on an area of my life that I regard as profoundly private -- my own believes as a person of faith.
I had start writing the blog. Words were filling the screen. My fingers were flying from one letter to another. Until I stopped myself.
I do believe that there are somethings I can keep private. I do believe that not everything needs to be laid bare.
How do you feel? Are there places you won't go? Things you won't write about? Or do you view that attitude as being a chicken? Do you feel that there is much to be gained by shinning a light in the darkest corner?
Please share, I'm very interested in what you think.

Please join me

2010-03-05T10:44:00.000-08:00

Each year, it has been my habit to attend the annual world day of prayer. I began attending these ecumenical services when I was a teenager. Last year it was my honour to organize the service. I got to choose the hymns and find a part for each reader. This year I return to being a participant.
I enjoy these services. I like engaging in prayer with my fellow world citizens of diverse faith backgrounds. I enjoy travelling, in my pew, to beautiful distant lands.
This year we will be travelling to Cameroon. The service was prepared by the World Day of Prayer Committee of Cameroon.
Please join us at Saint Mary Magdalene Church at 2 pm.

changes to oknitting.com

2010-03-04T07:48:00.000-08:00

Surf on over to http://www.oknitting.com/. You'll find it has changed -- the homepage and the link page. It has changed to reflected my new reality.
What I now what to do; what I now what to be.
I haven't removed the knitting patterns. There still all there. In fact, if you look on the "For Her" page you'll find a new one. Flowers for Mary has been added.
However, if you click on the link page you'll find that I've added some cool new blogs that you'll want to check out. And there all live links.
And there's even more... Do I sound like an commerical? Sorry but there is more. On the homepage I've added a new sample of my writing work -- a poem, Avalon. It's one of my favourites and judging from my Author Den site, those of who have visited me there, enjoy it too.
Hope you like the changes
Leanne

Taking the good with the bad

2010-03-03T09:02:00.001-08:00

A couple of days ago, I received word that two of my pieces are under consideration to be published. One in a few months. The other next year.
This morning I received a rejection email from a flash fiction publisher. The editors did comment on my work which I am grateful for.
So, as a writer, you have to take the good with the bad.
What do you do?
Grab your pen and keep writing. That's all -- its so easy. Especially when I know you'll always be there to read my work when I'm done. Thank you for your support.
If you keep reading -- I'll keep writing
Leanne

My friend Amber's new blog

2010-03-02T12:12:00.000-08:00

I am fortunate to belong to a supportive writers' group here on beautiful Mayne Island. This group meets once a month to lend support and encouragement. Every writer should be as blessed.

During one of these meetings, my friend and fellow author Amber Harvey (http://www.treewithroots.ca/) shared her plans for an exciting new blog.

Amber has written two novels: Magda's Mayne Island Mystery and Mayne Island Aliens. These books were written for children from 9 to 13 years old. However, I owe and have read both and let me tell you they are a fascinating read for us who call ourselves adults, as well.

All of this brings me to Amber's exciting plans.

Mary Magdalene Sommers is the main character in both of Amber's novels. Amber has decided to push over and give Magda some room on her blog. So beginning on April 1st Magda will be writing a blog you can find on Amber's web site: http://www.treewithroots.ca/

So, go, read, enjoy...

Leanne

My Olympic game experience

2010-02-28T17:24:00.001-08:00

As I'm enjoy watching the closing ceremonies, I wondered if I ever posted those pictures of my experience. I checked and realized, no, I didn't.
So without further delay here they are...

Those who are about to perform -- my brother-in-law (T.D. Christoper) and his girlfriend (Nan Johnston) -- practice.

The guy in the hat (hubby) views the flame.

And so do I.

Nan and T.D. on the big stage. It was the first time but I know it won't be the last time that they are on such a big stage.

I hold the torch.

The day was a soggy one, the crowds were overwhelming but I'm so glad I went.

I hope you enjoyed the games too.

I'm going to the games and I'm

2010-02-22T08:02:00.001-08:00

wearing a brand new cardigan.
I'm going to the games because my brother-in-law T.D. Christopher will be performing. Please log on to his web site: http://www.myspace.com/mylittlerodeo
When you click on this link you'll be glad you did. You'll be so glad that you'll click on the link again and again. You'll be glad because you'll get to hear T.D. sing his original songs.
Why wait? Click on now. I'll be here when you come back.
You see what I mean.
Glad you came back.
Don't worry you can go back right after I'm finished and I'll be finished soon.
So, anyway, you get that I'm proud.
I was so proud that I had to celebrate. And so I celebrated in true knitter style by designing and knitting a new sweater.
Drum roll please...

I love this cardigan. It's a gentle blend of stockinette stitch with a seed stitch accent. Click on the photo to see what I mean.
The patch pockets are perfectly placed because the placement is knit right onto to the cardigan. It's extremely easy to knit the only decreasing is in the sleeves. The rest of the cardigan is a breeze. Knitting just the way I like it.
Hubby reaction, "I like it. It looks like a smoking jacket."
High praise from him -- believe me.
The only thing I'm not overjoyed with is the tie belt. It looks a little ragged. I used the double knit technique. I think I will knit the tie again. This time I'll make an I-cord belt -- maybe three I-cords together. One thin I-cord running around my waist wouldn't be a pretty picture.
IMHO, the thinner the belt the fatter you look.
A name, a name for my new creation. It must have a name.
A few ideas are whirling around in my mind. How about 'The Chilly Breeze' Cardigan or 'The Big Smoke' Cardigan or simply 'O a' Cardigan. Get it O for the games. Clever...maybe.
So please if you can visit T.D. at the games. He'll be appearing tomorrow. I'll be there and I'll be looking for you.
Knit on, my friends, knit on...

Leanne

P.S. If you can't make it, I'll try to remember to take my camera. And I'll try to remember to take some pictures. Wish me luck with that.

Let there be art...

2010-02-21T08:57:00.001-08:00

Here is an example of the treasures that are waiting for you at the Mayne Island reading centre.
My intention was to take a picture of each piece. Unfortunately, my hands shock. Unaware of my shakiness, I left the library. It wasn't until I arrived home that I discovered my problem. I apologize.
If you're able, please visit the reading centre to see the entire exhibit.

This is my contribution and unlike the others doesn't really lend itself that well to being photographed. That's the problem with words.
Another sunny day here on the isle of Mayne. I hope you can enjoy a sunny day or two.

Leanne

I'm writing

2010-02-18T08:56:00.000-08:00

As of late, I haven't been commenting on what I've been writing. At least I haven't been commenting on this blog. As this blog is attached to my knitting web site and most of my what I've been writing hasn't been knitting related. Noticed that I said -- most. Most doesn't mean all. It suggests that there could be an acception. And indeed there is an acception. I have just finished putting the finishing touches to a knitting related short story (just under 22, 000 words). I have passed the manuscript on to a friend to read. Then it will go to my marvelous proof reader. Then I will be hunting for an publishing house. As I proceed, I will send you brief updates. If I fail to do this feel free to shot me an angry email: leanne@oknitting.com (Only, please, not too angry)

And I apologize for my delay in sending you pictures of the art exhibit in the library. First, I forgot my camera. Then my shift at the library was rescheduled to a later date. And final excuse, it's about a hour walk to the library and I'm currently without wheels. Now, I do know that these are all lame excuses. And I do promise that I will post the photos shortly after I take them which I hope will be soon.
Hope it's sunny there it's sunny here
Leanne

Saying good-bye to a fine magazine

2010-02-08T11:18:00.001-08:00

I recently learnt that Knit Together (the Canadian guild of knitters quarterly magazine) will soon print its last issue.

I have a long history with this magazine. Cynthia MacDougall, the editor and owner, showcased a young designer in one of the magazine's first issues.

And that same designer was featured on the front of one of the last issues...

Cynthia worked hard to bring this fine magazine to Canadian knitters. Although she did receive the occassional contribution, on the whole the magazine truly was an one-woman effort.

I wish Cynthia all the best as she moves on to an even bigger and brighter future.

Knit on!

In the interest of full disclosure

2010-02-07T17:24:00.000-08:00

There is something you should know about me...

There it's out. Now you know.
Oh, I feel so much better. : )

No animals were hurt in the shoting of this picture

2010-02-05T08:27:00.001-08:00

(Our cat Ticky starts a new fashion trend.)

You may think that this is a stupid animal trick but as any cat will tell you, "There are no stupid animals only stupid humans with cameras."
: ) Dream on

(And if you are wondering, he put the hanger on himself.
How?
Only he knows.
Hubby took the picture and then I removed the hanger. Ticky didn't mind.)

Art exhibit in the Mayne Island Library

2010-02-04T16:17:00.000-08:00

To celebrate Valentine's day and all things romantic, your Mayne Island art council will be exhibiting in the Mayne Island reading centre. The hanging will be next Wednesday. I have some special planned and it should be a very fun show. I hope you can view it. For those you can't but want to, I will try to take some photos and post them here. Look for them sometime late next week -- if remember my camera. Later if I don't.
Cheers

Maynely A Mystery spotting

2010-01-30T17:23:00.001-08:00

I recently attended a meeting for the Mayne Island volunteer librarians. Well, because I'm a volunteer librarian. At the meeting I was informed (among other things) that Maynely A Mystery had recently been purchased from our local bookstore (Miners' Bay Books) and that it was currently on the library book shelf. It's waiting with the other new books on the new books bookshelf. It's waiting there for you to borrow it. I hope you enjoy your read.
If you read on -- I'll write on
Leanne

How a woman falls in love

2010-01-25T10:54:00.000-08:00

Before we meet him, we fall in love with a fantasy man of our creation.
After we meet him, we fall in love with who we think he is.
Then, finally, if we are fortunate, we fall in love with him over and over again.

Out of the ashes flies the Pheonix

2010-01-15T14:05:00.000-08:00

I have a new love in my love. Well, actually, this love has been a presence in my life since I was tiny. My first encounter was in elementary school. At the time, it was just innocence fun. Or so I thought. I didn't think we were compatiable -- especially considering the fact that I am dyslexic. So I kept my affair light and fun. I wasn't committed. I was just in it for fun.
I presued a more stable relationship. Or at least I thought the relationship was more stable. However, this relationship proved to be very expensive. Too expensive. After seven years, of devotion I am losing interest.
I'm almost ready to kick my old love out the door. I'm ready to move on. I know we'll stay friends. I can't think of my life without sticks and stitch.
You may of guessed that I'm talking about knitting and writing.
My writing is adding so much joy to my life. I keep growing and keep having such wonderful adventures because of it.
So, now, I know I want to focus more on my writing and less on my knitting.
What will this mean? Will I stop designing knitwear?
I won't stop but I will definitely reduce the number of designs I work on. As I have been doing.
Will I write more?
Oh, yes, my friends, yes.
That's why I'm smiling.

Mayne Island skies wrapped in an amber glow...

2009-08-30T14:18:00.000-07:00

Grace

2009-05-28T12:20:00.000-07:00

Maynely A Myster read on...

2009-05-13T16:40:00.000-07:00

You will be pleased.
I improved the Maynely A Mystery ebook.
How?
I increased the font size and...
now its signed.
Check it out...
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/maynely-a-mystery-signed-copy/7151174

And we are continuing to read
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Maynely A Mystery: chapter one, page five

2009-05-12T08:34:00.000-07:00

has been added to the Maynely A Mystery blog: http://maynelyamystery.blogspot.com/

Maynely A Mystery: chapter one, page four

2009-05-11T11:46:00.000-07:00

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Maynely A Mystery: chapter one, page three

2009-05-10T07:39:00.001-07:00

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Happy mother's day
Leanne

Page two of Maynely A Mystery

2009-05-09T10:10:00.000-07:00

Join me here: http://maynelyamystery.blogspot.com/ for page two of Maynely A Mystery - my cozy mystery novel.

Maynely A Mystery: chapter one, page one

2009-05-08T10:34:00.001-07:00

sneak a peek...read page one of chapter one of my new cozy mystery novel

Maynely A Mystery

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If you like what you read, order your signed copy.
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Maynely A Mystery: published

2009-05-01T14:28:00.000-07:00

It's a book: http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/maynely-a-mystery/7003375
It's a blog: http://maynelyamystery.blogspot.com

My new novel: Maynely a Mystery

2009-04-10T12:19:00.000-07:00

To help with the publishing costs of my new novel, I welcome pre-orders
Interested?
Please read on…

Maynely A Mystery

Genre: Cozy mystery
Cozy mysteries de-emphasize sex, violence, and offensive language. The stories are rich with fascinating characters and charming settings.

Brief Synopsis: Olivia Weatherington was born in a nest of lies. The lies were spun to protect her. All she wants is the truth. Will she find it? What importance does Mayne Island play in this mystery?

Opening scene:
‘She stood in the pouring rain. He stopped and she climbed in.
When she opened the cab door, Hikaru Utada’s happy tunes spilled out of the car and tumbled onto Robson Street.
Robson Street was a shopping mecca. Sandwiched between Burrard and Jarvis, this section of Robson pulsed with the beat of capitalism. Sharing the street with avid shoppers were university students. For Robson Street was also the home of a University of British Columbia campus.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Point Grey,” she said pulling a book out of her leather backpack. It was a heavy, thick book and smelled of academia. If she was hoping to impress him by her destination she had failed. Point Grey may impress some but not Sam Berlin. He knew the neighbourhood well: expansive estates elbowing each other for space, for recognition, for importance: single-family castles on postal stamp-size properties.
Why was North America so obsessed with excess? Berlin wondered.
He knew his ilk – white, middle-aged, working class males – were supposed to strive for, be impressed with, acquisition, with wealth. Berlin wasn’t; what obsessed him was discovery but – not land, sea nor space. Nor, he was obsessed by the discovery of his inner self, his inner life. From boyhood on, he had had a recurring dream. He dreamed of Japan. As an adult, he had under-gone past life regression and it had confirmed that he had been a samurai. He filled his life with Japanese culture; he ate sushi, watched Anime, listened to Japanese musicians like Hikaru Utada and he studied Nihongo. It was a difficult language to learn. He sought out opportunities to practice.’

190 pages

$20. paperback (shipping charges will be added to the cost of the book)

$10. ebook

If you would like to help me, and be one of the first to read my new novel, please email: leanne@oknitting.com
I would be delighted to add your name to the waiting list.

You may pay by PayPal or personal cheque.

Projected paperback publishing date: June 1st, 2009

Please forward this to a friend.
Thank you,
Leanne

A saga old and new (part six)

2008-04-28T19:03:00.000-07:00

A chorus sung through the great halls, “The elders wish to meet with Wind.” From voice to voice, it carried until finally, the message found Wind’s ears. She met the news with surprise and delight for she knew that few novices are granted an audience in the elders’ chambers.

Wind quickly readied herself. She donned a flowing gossamer gown. She brushed and braided her golden tresses. Then she began her rapid march down the great hall to the elders’ chamber. Her footfalls drummed a steady beat.

Wind was announced and then she entered. The sights that meet her eyes dazzled her: it all seemed like a dream.

“Wind, my child,” An elder spoke, “You have been chosen among all others for an important task. The task will take great courage to complete. Are you prepared to accept?”

Without hesitation Wind spoke, “I am honoured to be summoned. I am prepared to accept any commission you assign, my elder. I am but your humble servant.”
Wind knelt head bowed ready to receive her order.

“Rise my child and receive what I shall now bestow.” The elder commanded handing Wind a rolled parchment. Wind rose and received the parchment. She was about to unroll the document when the elder added, “You must wait to read the parchment…until…until the moon is full. Now hurry, my child. You have no time to waste. You must leave tonight.”

Wind wrapped the elder in a warm embrace: which is the custom between elder and novice. Then Wind parchment in hand quickly vacated the chamber.

Once Wind was gone, one elder spoke in a whisper to the other, “That was easy,” she said.

A saga old and new (part five)

2008-01-14T09:12:00.000-08:00

The elders held a meeting.
"The next item on the agenda is concern over a junior member."
"Wind" They chorused
"Yes, what are we to do with Wind."
"Yes, she must be helped."
"Yes, she is much, much too..."
"Morose." They chorused.
"She was rather disrespectful to the young cleric I sent to speak with her. She wouldn't even listen to him."
"Disrespectful!?" They chorused.
"Something must be done."
"Must"
"What?"
Silence.
"Um"
"What?"
Silence.
"Well, we could...no."
Silence.
Then the eldest of the elders spoke up. All were hopefully silent.
"Of whom were we speaking?"
"Wind." They chorused defeated.
"Quite. Who is she?"
Someone explained.
"Well, we could release her to the night. Allow the night creatures to talk wisdom." Offered the eldest of the elders.
"Yes, but there are things in the night...things of what we do not speak."One cautioned.
"Do we have another way?"
Silence.
"Then we must release her to the night. Agreed."
"Agreed." They chorused.

(c) ldyck @ 1/08

A saga old and new (part four)

2007-12-16T16:24:00.000-08:00

Knowledge and the thirst for knowledge made Wind's life rich. Yet a life needs more than study.

It was spring. The reawakening earth made hearts beat with passion. Wind longed to be known intimately by one. Her hungry eyes sought a solution.

Hildifolk men are handsome far more handsome than humans. Yet it was not appearance that captured Wind adoration. No, instead the attraction was intellectual. Wind listened with pleasure to River's erudite discourse. His wisdom charmed many females. Many women longed to spend time with River. They longed to have their grey cells tickled by his wit. Wind counted herself among them. Thus it filled Wind with great pleasure when River chose to spend time with her alone.

Talk was easy between them. They enjoyed probing questions and exploring solutions. They spoke of art, culture, politics, philosophy, and spirituality. Yet it soon occurred to Wind that River was not talking to her but rather instead through her to himself. It was soon made abundantly clear to Wind that River discounted her contribution to the discussion. River wished to share the benefit of his experience - his knowledge. Yet he was not at all interested in growing through the insights Wind shared. This arrogant attitude irritated - no angered Wind. She found herself attempting to tune him out. It seemed every word Wind uttered River pounced on and toyed with until the word lost all meaning and sounded absurd to her ears. Wind was forced to cut their discourse short.

Later when River attempted to engage Wind further she fought hard to find excuses to block this interaction. All of this made Wind feel even more alone - even more removed from what her heart hungered for.

(c) ldyck 12/07

A saga old and new (part three)

2007-11-21T09:12:00.000-08:00

The raven’s song had cut through Wind’s fantasy leaving her to face the cold light of reality – leaving her to answer a difficult question. How could she and Olafur share a life? This question plagued her in the daylight – in the moonlight she tossed and turned searching for an answer. No rest was granted her. Still she could not escape the truth. He would be little more than a prisoner in her world. She could not be seen in his. Her heart longed for him but her head knew they could never be together. Her only path was away from him.

Wind’s obsession with Olafur had forced her to abandon her training. The elders had much to teach – she had much to learn. She resumed her training. She sought truth to help her recover from her fantasies. She learnt the language of the tree. She learnt to heal with her mind. She developed her talents in dance and music. Her brain became strong – her senses acute. The Hildafolk library of knowledge was extensive. If she wished Wind’s training could last a lifetime. Surrounded by the support and encouragement of her sisterhood Wind knew that she was home.

(c) ldyck 11/07

A saga old and new (part two)

2007-11-14T08:21:00.002-08:00

The next day as Wind accompanied Olafur on his walk a grey shower of fog began to encase the land. Wind’s longing bubbled up in her.

Her longing screamed at her, “What if the fog trapped him? What if he lost his way? Then I could not be blamed for helping him. I would not be blamed for revealing my presence.”

Wind heard it before she saw it – the force of wing through air. A large black spectre broke through the fog bringing light. The raven settled on a branch just above Wind’s head.

The raven sung, “Wishes can not make the autumn leave green. Dreams cannot melt the snow in winter. Things are what they are. Wishes, dreams, longings, cannot change them. He cannot see you. He cannot love you. There is one whose eyes will fill with you. There is one whose heart will beat with the love it showers on you. Believe in this, Wind. Believe.”

Truth spoken the raven flew away.

(c) ldyck 11/07

A saga old and new (part one)

2007-11-03T15:29:00.001-07:00

Once upon a time in a saga old and new lived Olafur a shepherd.

All woman were entranced by Olafur. They marvelled at his gentle touch with the sheep. They longed to stroke his long golden hair. They thrilled at his deep bartone voice. They longed to be entangled with his muscular physic.

All woman longed for Olafur...all woman including Wind the Hildafolk. No human eyes had ever captured Wind. She adhered to the ancient Hildafolk packed. So silently, invisibly Wind accompanied Olafur as he strolled over the countryside minding his sheep. Wind and Olafur shared a deep passion for the land.

When Wind spoke Olafur's name - he heard a bird sing. When she gently touched his skin - he felt a rain drop. When she kissed him - he felt the breeze.

Passion grew in Wind like a rose bud reaching for the sun. Thoughts of Olafur were her constant companion. She longed for him to capture her in his sky blue eyes. She longed for him to lovingly touch her.

(c) ldyck 11/07

Reawakening

2007-10-30T12:03:00.000-07:00

When I go for walks I bring my camera. I find that taking my camera reawakens my appreciation of the beauty that surrounds me. If you would like to see what I discovered please log on to my new blog: http://oknitting4.blogspot.com

A crazy woman with a pot

2007-10-24T12:48:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you about my neighbour.

He may look cute ...but he's not.

Don't get me wrong. I respect him but... You see he's a Daddy and he takes his role seriously. He strolles across my property family in tow. They look so cute. My attempts to assure him I mean them no charm are always meant with growls. Fine, I understand, he is a wild animal. I have no problem with that.

However, being a wild animal he should know his bounderies. Last night he attempted to extend his bounderies to include inside my house. This I did not appreciate especially considering our strained relationship. So his attempt to crawl through the cat door was meet with protests not only from my cats but also from me. I ran outside tin pot and wooden spoon in hand. Each growl was meet with a bang on the pot. He finally relinguished control and escaped into the woods.

So, I apologize if you heard a string of loud bangs last night. Don't worry, it was just a conversation between neighbours.

Photos by Leanne

2007-10-22T16:25:00.000-07:00

In my newest blog I have begun to capture the wonders that surround me. Today I went for a walk - camera in tow. I hide my camera in my pocket. I guess it will take a while until I feel comfortable laying claim to my new hobby. Please log on to http://oknitting4.blogspot.com, and share what I found.

First Fire Ceremonies

2007-10-17T08:44:00.000-07:00

Last night I lite my first fire. Please allow me to explain.
We have electric and wood heat. Thankfully we have southern exposure which, on a sunny day, helps to keep things warm. Time was I didn't mind keeping the house around 15 degrees Celsius. Now I find this a little chilly and perfer 20 degrees.
Last night it dipped below 15 degrees in the house. So I broke down and started a fire. What I do is lay a bed of paper. I then add kindling (twigs and small pieces of wood). As this burns I slowly add larger and larger pieces of wood. The fire needs to be quite warm in order for Arbutus wood to burn. However, burning Arbutus wood is the goal: as it is the warmest and burns the longest.
As I lay the bed of paper the ritual behind the whole thing struck me. Humans have been building fires for eons. I wondered how our ancestors celebrated new fires.
I found this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Fire_ceremony

Endings are difficult

2007-10-16T15:28:00.000-07:00

Friday, September 14th
Endings are difficult. Especially difficult if you have been made so welcome.
I am so thankfully that I had the opportunity to visit Iceland. If you are considering a visit please go. You are guaranteed to have a great time.

If you are dreaming of Iceland. You may enjoy these sites.
Learn Icelandic online by visiting:
Icelandic online: http://www.hi.is/id/1002800

While in Iceland I heard about Snorri Plus (http://www.snorri.is/snorri-plus.htm). Snorri Plus is a unique program offered to Vestur Islendingur . (“Vestur islendingur" is an expression used by Icelanders to describe Icelandic-Canadians and Icelandic-Americans. It means "Western Icelanders".) This program is much like the original Snorri program. However, were as Snorri participants are from 18 to 28 years old Snorri Plus attracts participants who are over the age of thirty. Snorri Plus participants spend fifteen days living and working (or hobbying) with their Icelandic relatives while they tour Iceland.

Life in the capital

2007-10-15T09:06:00.001-07:00

September 13th
While in Reykjavik we stayed in

http://www.sunna.is/
Being in the city it was a little less peaceful than what we are use to. Still it was very nice. The room was clean. There was a washroom in our suite and comfortable beds. We even had access to the Internet.
Most places close at 5 pm - we arrived at 3:30 pm. So we knew we had to act fast in order to see anything.

We left Sunna.

We past some street art.

We walked past a round-about.

I was intrigued - there are no round-abouts on Mayne Island.

We made it to the National museum.

Here is what I learnt there:

- "Knitting was not introduced to Iceland until the 16th century."

- "Woolen yarn was spun on spindles or distaffs. The spinning wheel was unknown in Iceland until the 18th century when it was introduced in the new woollen workshops in Reykjavik."

- In Icelandic snow shoe is "prugur"

-"The Icelandic sweater with its characteristic patterned yoke, first appeared in the 1940s."

This museum is a fascinating place. I wish I could have stayed longer.

Tomorrow we bid a fond farewell to Iceland and journey back to Mayne Island.

Good-bye to Hofsos, Iceland

2007-10-12T15:17:00.000-07:00

September 13th
The last night at Hofsos was beautiful. We had a delicious dinner shared with hosts who had become friends. Even mother nature seemed eager send us off in style. What a beautiful sunset!

The following day our hosts offered us a tour of the flag company. All Icelandic flags are manufactured in this small but well organized factory. The Icelandic flags may be seen in front of all government buildings. Icelander's national pride can be seen at funerals were the flag is draped on coffins. Triangle flags are hung in front of summer homes when the owners are in residence.

Read about the history of the Icelandic flag: http://www.crwflags.com/fotw/flags/is-hist.html
After the tour I ran around snapping shots of everyday items that seemed to me to be truly Icelandic.

Like this shower whose water temperature and water level is controlled with one twist - two twists.

What's up with this grate in the floor?

Okay, we know we weren't that tidy. We did tidy before we left. Not the point. The point is why is the shelf placed there. To a Canadian it is an invitation to whack your head.

I loved this stove/dishwater. Now that's ingenuity.

Textile Museum re-visited

2007-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00

I am upset. More to the point, I am disappointed. Wait, there is no need to duck for cover - the person my disappointment is aimed at is me. You see I think I let my end down. Please allow me to rectify things by going into more details regarding my visit to the textile museum.

The building alone is worth further description. Large windows welcome in natural light which illuminates the fine work. Our visit took place on a sun soaked day.

From the foyer, the first room we walked into is reserved as an art gallery disapplying the work of current fabric artists. We saw the work of an Icelandic-American, she painstakingly hand paints thread which she uses to weave beautiful tapestries.

Next we walked into a whitewashed room. The walls are adorned with embroidery. Many of the pieces are elegant ladies' undergarments. Standing proudly among this collection are wooden display cases. Pulling out a drawer uncovers wondrous treasure: carefully preserved handwork. Drawer after drawer after drawer of fine examples of crochet, tatting, lacework and embroidery.

Following our museum guild we were guided in to a room which proudly displayed the woman of Iceland national costume. This collection dates from 1850 to 1900.

She then guided us to a room that contained the belongings of Halldora Bjarnadottir. Halldora never had children, she never married instead she devoted her life to helping the woman of Iceland and to preserving their fine handwork.

From here we are guided into what I call "the room of wool". A collection of knitting and wool dyeing is kept here. Intricate, delicate work of sticks and wool. We saw a 150 year old pot that was used to dye yarn in natural dyes.

Now watch your step as you climb down the stairs descending from the gentile to the rough and ready. I remember seeing fisherman's leggings. These leggings were worn over the pant leg and encased the whole leg in wool. I also saw an undershirt knit in wool. Hubby thought it would have drove him crazy from scratching if forced to wear it ...although he had to admit that it would have kept him warm.

Last but not least, in the back of the room are equipment used to work wool:
hand wool carders(this site teaches you how to prepare fibre with wool carders http://www.joyofhandspinning.com/hand-carding.shtml),
a hand spindle (This site teaches you how to make a hand spindle http://www.diykits.net/diy/na_knitting/article/0,2025,DIY_14141_3447419,00.html),
and even a pair of knitting needles.
Our museum guild skillfully showed us how to spin the wool using the hand spindle.

There now I feel better.

Textile Museum

2007-10-10T10:46:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, September 12th
On this our last full day in Northern Iceland, I was feeling a little down. I had had such a wonderful time. Frankly, I did not want it to end. ...but there are always endings.
Today our hosts took us to Blonduos. There we meet more relatives. Our relatives spoke very little to no English. We spoke very little to no Icelandic. ...but we all understood the language of food. They were generous hosts and feed us well. I had home-made Kleinur (Icelandic doughnuts) and Icelandic Pancakes served with your choice of jams.
http://www.inlofna.org/INL_Recipes.html (on this site you will find Icelandic recipes. I was interested to learn, while in Iceland, that Vinarterta is an Icelandic-North American invention. )
I ate until I could eat no more. At the end, with my host's help, I was able to thank them for the delicious food - in Icelandic.
Before meeting with our relatives our host took us to the Textile Museum.

Here I am standing in front of the Textile Museum in Blonduos. It was a very interesting museum. More embrodiery than knitting but still well worth seeing. Please visit their informative site: www.simnet.is/textile

Troll city

2007-10-09T11:18:00.001-07:00

My Grandpa enjoyed belting out songs in Icelandic. One of the songs I remember him singing was about his namesake. The Olafur he sung about was very handsome. Once when Olafur went for a walk in the forest he encountered fairies. Well, the fairies were overcome by his charm so much so that they kidnapped him and forced him to live out his life with them.
Huldufolk http://www.octavia.net/vikings/huldufolk.htm
Elves http://www.ismennt.is/vefir/ari/alfar/alandslag/aelvesmod.htm
Trolls http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll
are all a part of Icelandic folklore and culture.
Our hosts asked us if we would like to visit with the trolls. They assured us that it is was on our way to the nature baths...so why not. So off we went.
Then we saw them.

Hubby introduced himself to our new friends.

And we had a nice visit.

The Land of Fire and Ice

2007-10-05T11:04:00.001-07:00

Tuesday, September 11th (continued)

Thank goodness I am doing so well food wise. It seems I have an Icelandic stomach. Icelanders love chocolate. ...and this is my manna too. One of my hosts introduced me to this chocolate bar. Notice it says: "gott...gott...gott" translation: "good...good...good" and they are right.

So when we stopped to fuel the car I stopped to find my fuel of chose - this chocolate bar.
Onward...
Notice in the above photo - that innocent square box. Simply touch a few buttons and you have intense heat. Icelanders love heat. They keep their houses and cars so warm that I found myself shedding layer after layer. Finally I stopped at a T-shirt. This is not the only reason Iceland is known as "the land of fire and ice." There is, of course, the hot springs:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_spring

More about the nature baths: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_spring

The showers were a little much for this shy little Canadian but I braved the nakedness and was well rewarded.

Oh, the nature baths. When in Iceland do dip in a toe. I would still be in the bath if not for Hubby.

Next post: we continue our road trip and find some trolls.

Road trip

2007-10-04T13:22:00.001-07:00

Tuesday, September 11th

Have car ready to travel. Our hosts stressed the importance of obeying traffic rules. They were not being anal. In Iceland the police do not fool around. If they catch you speeding they pull you over and you must pay a heavy fine immediately. So warned we set off.
First stop: Akureyri
Read a little: http://www.geographia.com/iceland/akuryeri.htm

"Set at the head of a long fjord, Akureyri is a bustling cosmopolitan town and Iceland's second-largest city." -The Loney Planet Guide

I immediately fell in love with this beautiful town. "The Queen of the north", "Northern gem" sum up it's beauty.

Tomorrow: we continue on our journey to the Nature Baths. You can't go to Iceland without dipping a toe.

We need wheels

2007-10-01T11:07:00.000-07:00

Monday, September 10th

Today we realized to successfully complete the next part of our travels we needed wheels. There is no car dealership in Hofsos so our host made a phone call. In order to rent a car we would have to travel to the neighbouring larger community. And being in the "city" we thought it would be an opportune moment to obtain some necessities. And so I bought...

The pretty pictures in the Knitting Magazine will feed my muse.

I can't wait to adorn my next sweater with the beautiful silver closures. I was surprised to see a healthy supply of knitting necessities in most stores. Even Hofsos keeps knitters well supplied.

Hubby bought: skyr (they even had a skyr drink), bread, fruit (they had grapes imported from British Columbia, Canada), coke (in a unique bottle - Hubby, the coke drinker, brought an empty bottle home), milk, kleinur (Icelandic donut - yum), and some spreads (they had these lovely spreads - fish, vegetable - that you spread on toast) and I grabbed some hardfish ( I love hardfish).
Our hosts feed us well. Each and every supper we eat with them. We had wonderful casseroles and a boiled dinner. A boiled dinner is boiled fish and potatoes. What you do is take some fish and potatoes on your plate and then add as much butter as you want. Then you stir it together. I couldn't eat enough.

One night they offered us rotten shark. A special treat. Hubby took one piece and was done. I enjoyed it and lost count after my tenth piece. The next day, however, my Canadian tummy protested this invasion.

Vestur islendingur

2007-09-28T10:31:00.001-07:00

Saturday and Sunday, September 8 th and 9 th

It was a strange feeling - being in Iceland. Strangely I felt like I should belong. It was important to feel that this was my home. Yet I had no right to feel this feeling. I was born and raised in Canada. Until this trip I had never ventured beyond the North American borders.

Thankfully my hosts seems to understand. They understood without one word from me. They understood and went out of their way to make me feel welcome and included.

Case in point: the round-up.
Iceland is a largely rural country. The national population is just 306,000. Farms dot the land. Each are proudly named and these names appear on sign posts which grace the roadside.

During the spring and summer horses, cows and sheep are allowed to wander where they will. Come the fall, however, they must be rounded up. This "round-up" usually lasts only a couple of days. However, weeks before this event strategy meetings are held. During the meeting responsibilities are assigned. Some people go to the high ground. Others stay to the low ground. One person (think chair) is responsible for the unfolding of the whole round-up. Being appointed to this position is a honour. One of our hosts has been assigned to this position three years in a row. She enjoys the round-up.

Someone else who loves the round-up is this sweet Icelandic sheep dog. She works her tail off. And yet is always ready for action.

During the round-up people are assigned to wait in certain areas.

... and wait.
If you get hungry or thirty fresh water and blueberries are only a creek or bush away.

...but it is wise to remain ready.

All of a sudden comes a call. (This call is usually in Icelandic which makes it even more challenging for we Canadians). "Sheep headed your way."

A common expression heard during the round-up is, "Oh, those stupid sheep."

and yet I wonder how stupid they actually are?

In their natural surroundings it is the sheep that shine.

I watched as a string of sheep came merrily down the mountain. "Piece of cake", I thought. Bodies and voices had been employed to usher the sheep down the mountain. It was not without effort and yet here they came: ten little sheep headed down the mountain. And yet in a blink of an eye they escaped capture.

It takes a group of skilled shepherds to make it all work. Or is it a mixture of skill and luck?

A brief anecdote, Hubby was headed up the mountain. His goal simply to reach the top. Others where hearding a flock of sheep. All seemed well so Hubby paid little heed. However, then the head sheep made the move. Suddenly all seemed lost. Except that that Canadian guy (Hubby) was in the right place. ...but would he know what to do?

Well, Hubby is a chess player and so he used his hockey legs to gamely position himself in exactly the right place. Those around me said with smiles, "That's Byron." I felt so proud. He was the hero of the day - or at least in my eyes.

Spread throughout the rural Iceland countryside are round structures. These structures have a smaller round circle in the middle and then pie shaped structures lead off from this circle.

It is this structure that is the sheep's eventual destination. The sheep are then claimed by their respective farmer's and moved from the centre circle to the each triangle.

The round-up is an ancient tradition that has evolved over the years. Time was the shepherd would live with the sheep. This made things easier as the sheep knew and trusted the shepherd. Another thing that makes things harder now-a-days is that there are fewer sheep.

What makes things easier is modern technology instead of calling over the hills and valleys communication can now be done by cellphone. Also one participate can greatly help the round-up by observing from the road. He can then clearly see what others may miss. He makes one cellphone call and hours of work is saved.

The night after the round up all participants sleep like angels ...do they count sheep?

("Vestur islendingur" is an expression used by Icelanders to describe Icelandic-Canadians. It means "Western Icelanders".)

Waking in Hofsos

2007-09-27T11:25:00.001-07:00

Friday, September 7th
Today we woke late to find ourselves in Hofsos. The bed was comfortable and we felt rested so it was time to do some exploring.

I once told Hubby that I could live in a museum and in Hofsos I fulfilled this dream. Well, not really but I was surrounded by three - museums that is.
The pamphlet states: "The Emigration Center [in Hofsos] was founded in 1996 to commemorate the Icelandic emigrants to North America and promote contact between their descendants and the people of Iceland. It now offers exhibits in three buildings, a genealogy service, library and more."
I spent hours pouring over the exhibits. I could not get enough. The information I gathered helped me to paint a picture: who was my great grandfather? what was his life like? why did he come to Canada?
Thankfully Hubby and I were not alone in our exploration we were accompanied by a very knowledgeable guild. He brought the people and time to life for us. For this and so much more we say, "Takk fyrir, Fred"

The museums can be seen in the above picture. They are the white building closest to us in the picture, the large black building and the smaller black building behind it. I visited them all.

The smaller black building contains an exhibit on what life was like for the Icelandic immigrates in North Dakota. I left this building close to tears. I felt so very close to Grandpa and Grandma. No they never did live in North Dakota and yet in so many of the stories I heard their voice.

The white building contains an exhibit on the immigration: why they left? when they left? what it was like on the ship. Basically, it was no luxury cruise. You need to visit this museum to hear their saga.

The large black building contains an exhibit on the early photoghrapher pioneers.

I share this quote from the exhibit: "Vast expanses of ocean and the North American continent separated Icelandic emigrants from those who remained in Iceland. In most cases the journey back was unthinkable and they would never again see their loved ones in this life. Letters, however, occasionally made the long journey to Iceland, and through the miracle of photography the endless miles could be bridged - if only in spirit."

I was struck by how skillfully the tale was recounted. I was told that the exhibit was authored by Nelson Gerrard.

I left feeling proud of the courage, dedication and faith demonstrated by my forefathers. I also made a mental note not to complain about the amount of space on the airplane. : )

Arriving

2007-09-26T12:06:00.000-07:00

Thursday, September 6th
We have finally arrived in beautiful Iceland.
There to meet us at the gate are our hosts. They have a room ready for us at a cozy guesthouse in the nation's capital. They suggest we only sleep two hours before we start our northern trek. So we follow their advise and are reward with a meal at the guesthouse. I had: juice, Special K with Skyr. "Skyr is yogurt" Hubby says. I silently disagree. Bellies full it is onward to Hofsos.
During our four hour trip our eyes soak in may delights: waterfalls, unusual land formations, sheep, horses, cows and even some trees.
I heard a joke before I left for Iceland:
"Hey, Leanne, what do you do when you are lost in Iceland?"
"Don't know? What?"
"Stand up."
Funny joke...? ...but not true.

We have arrived in beautiful Hofsos, Iceland.

My Icelandic Adventure

2007-09-25T11:09:00.001-07:00

Wednesday September 5th
We are winding down our extremely long day of travel (as we near Iceland) so what better time to recap our adventure than now.
Our day began at the ungodly hour of 4 o'clock a.m.. I was surprisingly chipper as I quickly showered and got ready for the day.
At 5:30 a.m. our free airport shuttle was on the road. We arrived at Vancouver airport and started on our merry way.
Next stop Chicago airport. If you haven't been you need to go. This airport is part mall - part amusement park.
It comes complete with light show. The shopping is endless. I bought a pen - to prove I had been there.
Then it was onward to Boston.

I quickly fell in love with this seaside state and made a mental note to return.

The greasy spoon airport was far less impressive. It is oddly laid out to take up as much room as geographically possible. We walked for miles and finally reached our destination.

It was the end of the day - I was tired and stressed - and so customs was a nightmare.

The waiting area...oh let me tell you about the waiting area: you would think in an area designed to inform and relax passengers that that is what it would be designed to do but NO! The volume in that area was unbearably loud. The TV blared away as passengers tired in vain to drowned it out. This all of course made it nearly impossible to hear any announcement.

Finally it came time to board Icelandair. Right away my mood calmed. Waiting for us on our seats were warm blankets and comfy pillows. They have just served us a meal: the crab salad was delicious and the chocolate chip brownie melts in your mouth. The pilot has announced that we will be flying over Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, and Greenland but its pitch black outside so I will have to take his word for it.

Soon I will reach Icelandair soil. I wonder what wonders wait for me there?

2007-09-09T02:33:00.000-07:00

Iceland is fabulous. The people are so kind hearted. I am so glad that I came.
I wrote this little story about my experience here.

Searching
I set sail for a distant land determined to find buried treasure: my roots.
Upon arrival I immediately set to work with axe and shovel.
The frozen land broke my axe. The rocks bent my shovel.
I roared at the mountains. I thundered at the sea.
"The soil I walk is foreign soil. The sounds I hear are foreign sounds. The air I breathe is foreign air. This Ice-land is not a part of me."
I clawed, I kicked. I yelled. I screamed. Exhausted I fell to my knees.
A distant faint voice sang in foreign sounds from deep within the earth.
"I did not hear? What did you say?" I begged.
My breath stirred the soil. The soil revealed a glimpse of a treasure yet to be discovered.
"Do I belong? When, how can I see more of you?"
The voice sang my reply, "Mjog gott."
For, you see, she knew my search had begun.

I have been keeping a journal of my trip and will spill out the contents on this blog when I return. I have noticed that my web site http://www.oknitting.com/ appears to be down. I am attempting to find out why. Please be assured that all is well with Olavia's. In fact, I have just finished a new design.
Take care and thank you for reading.

Clue by clue

2007-08-25T14:01:00.000-07:00

Language: Icelandic rolled off my Grandparents tongues. The strange sounds curled around me gently rocking me with its unusual rhythms. Occasionally my Aunts and even sometimes my Mom would try but their tongues would falter. They would grope for words only to sadly lose their way. Lost they turned from the road back to English. Many attempts were made to teach me Icelandic. I have a clear memory of my Grandma's attempts which usually ended in giggles. Now when I hear the language it brings back sights, sounds, tastes - comforting, distant memories of my youth. My ears, heart, soul long to hear more. Thankfully Hubby's surfing uncovered an informative site: http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/other/quickfix/icelandic.shtml
Through this site I have learnt some key phrases. I am hoping that these words will help them recognize the part of me that belongs.

Write on

2007-08-24T10:17:00.000-07:00

The writer's union of Canada is running a contest for developing writer's. For info, please log on to: http://www.writersunion.ca:80/cn_shortprose.asp

Okay enough is enough

2007-08-19T10:36:00.000-07:00

I long to reveal to you the destination of my trip. I was hoping to be able to restrain myself until I had reached the land of my travels. However, I find I am unable to I am just too excited.
This Saturday's clue was: relatively speaking.
Relatively speaking.
Speaking of my relatives.
We have already eliminated Wales, England, Ireland and so...
I will be travelling to Iceland...if all goes well.
For the next couple of weekends I will share with you pre-trip info. What I now know about Iceland and what I am hoping to learn - among other tales.
Please log on to "Leannesim" next weekend as we prepare.

relatively speaking

2007-08-17T22:51:00.001-07:00

I am flying high and wide.
I am flying beyond the borders of North America.
I am flying where?
This weekend's clue: relatively speaking

England

2007-08-12T08:24:00.000-07:00

On my upcoming trip I will be setting my watch to: http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/info/current-time.htm

Learn more about GMT: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich_Mean_Time

Unforunately, I will not be visiting England. If you are or long to be log on to: http://www.enjoyengland.com

This weekend's clue: August 11 - 12

2007-08-11T08:06:00.000-07:00

The clue... set your watch to: GMT

The elimination

2007-08-06T12:01:00.000-07:00

You may recall I gave you a clue regarding the destination of my upcoming trip.
Clue: August 5th an important date in this country (or words to that effect).
Well here some countries that celebrate...
African World Festival
learn more: http://www.africanworldfestival-milwaukee.com/gospel.htm
Worldwide Forgiveness Alliance
learn more: http://www.forgivenessday.org/
Unfortunately, none of these countries are the one I will be visiting.
Last week-end was special for Hubby and I as well. Read about it in tomorrow's post. When I will have fresh batteries in my camera.

This weekend's clue

2007-08-02T17:25:00.000-07:00

Clue: This is a special weekend for the people of the country I will soon be visiting.
Log on Monday to see which countries are eliminated.

The simple life

2007-08-01T09:27:00.000-07:00

City life is easy.
You're bored. So you go out and pay someone to entertain you.
You're ticked off. So you blow off some steam by going for a long walk and lose your troubles in a sea of humanity.
After supper you realize that you've run out of milk for breakfast. So you shop at your local convenience store.
You finally received that cheque in the mail. So you make plans to stop at the bank tomorrow.
You're throwing a dinner party. So you make a mental note to avoid sensitive topics like politics.

On Mayne Island life is sometimes a challenge.
You're bored. So you are forced to tax your brain attempting to find a way to entertain yourself.
You're ticked off. So you know not to go for a walk chances are you'll run into someone who'll want to talk.
After supper you realize that you've run out of milk for breakfast. Well you'll just have to make eggs and hash browns because the grocery store won't open until 9 am.
You received a cheque in the mail. You look at the calendar: just when can you make an off-island run to the bank?
You're throwing a dinner party. So you make a mental note to avoid sensitive topics like politics, blackberry bushes, and talking about this guy...
...which life would you choose?

India

2007-07-29T09:47:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, I will not be visiting India.
If you are or dream of doing so here is a site for you: http://www.carretek.com/main/visitIndia/about_india.htm

This Saturday's clue (July 28)

2007-07-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

Spice it up.
The people of the country that I will be visiting like the spice cardamon.
Can you guess the country?

Spirit

2007-07-26T13:03:00.000-07:00

His long thin tanned fingers gently lovingly stroke her ghost white brow. She was a baby bird who had fallen from her nest. Powerless she awaits the cat, Cancer. It toys with her. Devouring her piece by piece.
He bends towards her. Their love had endeared a war, a mother-in-law, poverty, child birth, and retirement. It would endear...this.
He knew her. He saw through her new fragile disguise. In his eyes, this ghost was his blond haired blushing bride.
She sneered up at him. A sneer that was more in jest than in anger. By her very will, she retained her unique character. The cat may devour her but not her essence.
"May I kiss you?"
"If you dare." She teased.
He gently kissed her.
"Was it worth it?"
"Worth what?"
"Your life."
"Yes" He fought back the tears.

Written in loving memory of parents.
Copyright 07/26/07 L Dyck

Australia

2007-07-22T17:37:00.000-07:00

Blondes...blondes...everywhere blondes but alas I will not be traveling down under.
...but if you are, or dream to be, check out this cool site: http://www.australia.com/

This Saturday's clue

2007-07-21T17:23:00.000-07:00

See if you can guess where I will soon be traveling.
The clue: finding blondes

Ireland

2007-07-15T21:30:00.000-07:00

It may not have been clear, to those who do not frequent my blog, that Saturday's post was a clue. You see I will soon be, for the first time, journeying beyond North America. I am excited and in an attempt to share my excitement I have been encouraging you to join me in a guessing game. The game is a series of clues. Each Saturday I have been supplying a clue. This is followed on Sunday by the elimination of one country. Today I share the sad news that I will not be visiting Ireland. This is indeed sad because I have a special place in my heart for the green isle. As well I do have some Irish blood coursing through my viens. I was proud to wear green during the month of March to pay respect to my ancestors. Little did I know...little did I know...
http://crystalsands.wiccan.net/articles/stpat.html

Do you believe in magic

2007-07-14T15:03:00.000-07:00

If you live in this country chances are you do.

Electric bike

2007-07-12T11:25:00.001-07:00

I enjoy my electric bike. It gives me freedom. Freedom to go where I want - when I want (on the island). It is prefect for short commutes: which means anywhere on Mayne Island (as the island is tiny). This freedom comes with no guilt. My bike creates no emissions. So I cause no damage to my environment as I drive along. The freedom is bought with pennies - it runs on electrically charged batteries. There in lies the rub. I have known for a while that the batteries were dying. I made mental plans to bring the bike to the bike shop on Vancouver Island for some TLC. Mental plans. I enjoy my bike and didn't want to be without it. And so I hoped that the batteries would survive. Unfortunately, today when I turned the key 'A' battery had died. Key turns - light comes on - no indication of battery power. 'B' battery indicated that it was fully charged so I carried on upon my way. On the way back 'B' battery died. Visualize this blond chick pushing her bike over the hills and valleys that are Mayne Island roads. So what does this mean? Is my freedom over? Is the bike dead? Will I have to now ride a pedal bike ...please no. Rested assured, my friends, thankfully all of this can be easily - although expensively - fixed. I just have to phone the bike shop. Oh, ya, did I tell you about my phone? Well, it seems our phone has been replaced with a piece of plastic. The phone may ring - it may not. Someone maybe on the other end of the phone - although we may or may not be able to tell. Our voicemail may take messages - although we can't access them. The best we can hope for is a dialogue through crackles. So baring this in mind I have emailed the bike shop. Yes, thankfully, the computer situation. Although, it probably wise not to talk too loud. So that's my Thursday. Other than that the birds are singing, the sun is shining and I am living on paradise...what more can you ask for?

Feeling creative

2007-07-11T10:43:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've told you before I'm sure I don't have to mention it again. "It's hot outside." Currently I am hiding in my studio. I'm too scared to go outside. I would move to the Artic. ...but I don't do cold either.
Enough said?
Moving on.
Are you feeling creative? Boy, do I have an outlet for you.Log on to: www.artswellsfestival.blogspot.com

Italy

2007-07-08T15:42:00.001-07:00

Oh the food, the drink, the history, the fashion... Unfortunately, I will not be traveling to Rome.
However, if you are or would like to here is an interesting web site:
http://www.italylink.com/travel/rome.html

This weekend's clue

2007-07-07T19:37:00.000-07:00

Wow! This weekend has been so busy. I almost forgot to post a clue. Sorry.
Here you go: The name of the capital city begins with an "R".

And for those of you who haven't been planning along. What this is about is...
I will soon be traveling outside North American (for the first time). Though a series of clues I am hoping that you can guess the country.
Good luck
Have fun

S-c-o-r-e

2007-07-02T16:29:00.000-07:00

http://www.cbc.ca/sports/soccer/
Do you remember our little guessing game?
This weekend's clue was: soccer
The country I will be soon be visiting does play soccer.
Unfortunately, the country is not represented at Fifa.

My Canada Day in a nutshell

2007-07-01T14:32:00.001-07:00

My Canada Day will be three days long this year.
On Saturday we kicked off the Farmer's Market year. Almost all booths had something red and white. I didn't realize this was a custom so I didn't bring the red and white. I shared my booth with two first generation Canadians and one of them brought the flag.
This morning I went here...
and had a few extra little responsibilities so me and my electric bike were late for...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meLpuF9UMvk

On the way home I saw my first traffic jam...a scary sight on my tiny island. It soon worked it's self out.

So instead of adding my voice to the masses I came home and toiled on some good Canadian soil. The weed garden in my front yard is very well established now.

I logged on over at the Yarn Harlot. She has a very cool post. Join in the fun.

Even though currently it is cloudy on my tiny island. The day has been mostly sunny.

A beautiful day to be Canadian.

Tomorrow...ah...tomorrow has no end of possibilities.

Have a clue

2007-06-30T14:57:00.000-07:00

In my never ending attempt to reveal what outside North America country I will soon be visiting see if you can guess with this clue
They play soccer.

Cyperart

2007-06-26T11:59:00.000-07:00

an invitation to enjoy cyperart
http://www.artshighway.net:80/art/invitation.html
I love this concept. Time was rural artisans/artists missed out. We didn't get to attend all the cool shows that you in the urban world take for granted. Not anymore. A new age is born. All I can say is: cool!

Russia

2007-06-24T12:47:00.001-07:00

Things at the dentist went well. The key, I learnt during my recent visit, is action. If you brush, floss, rinse, and keep appointments in the long run you win. If you are faithful in the care of your teeth they will hurt less and last longer. Action is the key. I wonder how many other circumstances exists in which this philosophy applies.

The sweater will not be packed for a trip to Russia.
Someday...hopefully I will.
Until then I will just have to be satisfied by logging on to this site: http://www.russia.com/