Life's a Stitch

I survived the stink of dead mouse in the wall at home, and the scent of Chompers – Elina’s cat in Edmonton named for Dr. Phil’s cat, to arrive in Ottawa to a hotel suite that smelled like Raid. I made the mistake of complaining and they said they’d send some Febreze up to my room. Instead, they sprayed with the disinfectant that they use when a smoker defiles a nonsmoking room and my eyes haven’t stopped itching. In the relative scheme of things, it’s a minor complaint, but when the migraine started I requested a change of rooms. Should have done that right from the start.

Thinking more positively, this has been a trip of FO’s. First is the scarf that never ended, until now that is, Rachel’s Good Ole Cable Scarf knit in Fonty Alpaca from my stash. The second is another Shape It scarf from Sally Melville’s book in Fleece Artist’s Goldilocks. It was intended to be a shawl kit, but I think I’ll get two scarves out of it. Yes, that’s the lamp modelling it in my hotel room. Nice neck, eh?:

Tomorrow it’s back to the real world in Vancouver. Actually, that won’t start until I go to work on Monday. First, on Saturday, it’s a painting flowers in watercolour class with my students, daughter #2, a co-worker and a friend I met in a previous painting class, followed by Chuck’s Christmas party, always in November, at Harrison Hot Springs. This is a pretty good life, don’t you think? I’m not complaining.