Thursday, July 21, 2011

Jet-setting blogger?

I thought I would take the opportunity to blog from an airport, just like the cool kids do! We're waiting in the Montreal airport for our flight home. Today is unbelievably hot here - hottest temperature on record for this day, and perhaps the hottest day in years. With the humidex it's 45°C out there! We've mostly managed to escape the heat today, except for the ten-minute shuttle ride to the airport from the train station in a small bus with no AC - phew! The weather for the rest of our trip has been great though, so no complaints, really.

I wanted to share a cool fibre arts-related story from the bed and breakfast we stayed at a few nights ago. Mme. Lauzier has been taking in guests for 36 years at her beautiful farm outside of Ayer's Cliff in the Eastern Townships.

The farm house

Here is the sunset from the bench swing in the back yard.

After breakfast we started talking about knitting. I showed Mme. Lauzier my sock-in-progress and we exchanged notes on heel construction and how to avoid that 'hole in the corner' when you pick up for the gusset, she took out an amazing piece of weaving to show us. It's been in use for 30 years on the kitchen table and can be machine washed and dried. Can you guess what it's woven from?

How about now?

She cut dozens of plastic bread bags into continuous strips and grafted them with something resembling a Russian join so that there would be no knots or ends showing. The really cool thing is that she could point to the different coloured stripes and identify the brand of bread!

And here are Mme. Lauzier and I in front of the piano in the sitting room, because "on peut y prendre une belle photo"!

You can't see them, but on the wall beside the piano are family photos - she had 13 kids, she was from a family of 11, and her husband was one of 18!


  1. Welcome home to the grey skies and rain! People are grumbling here in Vernon.

  2. We lucked into a warm sunny day with cool breezes today - I'll take it! I hope the weather improves long enough for our poor farmers to grow their crops.