If you're a reader from British Columbia you'll be able to decipher those letters as belonging to the Pacific National Exhibition, our urban version of a state fair, summer's last hurrah. It occurs at the end of the season, usually in rainy BC weather, smells like mini donuts, sounds like excited Hell-a-vator induced shrieks, and feels crowded.
In my family we each have our favourite section, none located near the other. Chuck likes the work horses, Bryant the Super Dogs and I'm a sucker for the chamois, rubber mops and Pink Solution; assorted items hawked by people wearing mini microphone systems, loud promises to make my life easier. There's nothing like a Cutco knife and then the realization that I paid for parking and an entrance fee for shopping in disguise. I AM a sucker, but a happy one especially when chopping onions with my dishwasher safe Double D blades.
Knitting content: Blogless Marsha reminded me that I haven't posted a more recent picture of the Mitered Square Baby Blanket. It's been on Ravelry for a few days, but I neglected to update it on the blog:
Life's a Stitch 
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