Last weekend I was feeling a bit blue. There has been a lot going on this summer; the biggest of all was our move from Ontario to Nova Scotia. There have been a lot of changes for my whole family. Don’t get me wrong, we LOVE it here. It feels like home and we have made many amazing friends this summer. We did, however, give up on unpacking early in the summer so it is still lingering, festering, driving me crazy. The whole moving experience was not one that we care to remember. Many of you have heard my rant. I thought it would get the frustration out of my system and yet, I am still amazed that packing liquids with art books and antique quilts would be considered okay; I am still picking oatmeal out of quilting fabric and spinning fleece. I decided that I would enjoy the summer with my family then finish the unpacking once the girls went back to school. I have made progress...very slow progress. However, even with all that going on I have been riding the wave of our new move and discovering all the beautiful areas around us. Our home is like a cottage in the middle of the woods (complete with bears, coyotes, deer, and a dwindling bunny population....due to the increasing coyote population)....we are permanent staycationers!!!
As I wandered around the house I noticed that I was constantly drawn to my “Studio”. I use the term Studio quite loosely at this stage...it is a work in progress. As I dug through a box I discovered some felting needles and soon after some of my spinning fibres. Soon I was in heaven. Discovery....I have done absolutely nothing all summer that keeps me grounded; no spinning, no quilting....NOTHING! This is not a healthy thing for me obviously!!! A dear friend of mine gave me a quick tutorial in needle felting years ago....then life got in the way and I never had a chance to give it a go on my own. As I felted, I thought of my friends and all their talents that they have shared with me over the years then, when my daughters got home, I sat and taught my children how to felt. (My thumb was grazed only once by an errant needle strike...not bad!) Things didn’t look so blue anymore...it was more orange and green!
Then my DH walked in the door and stated, “You know how we keep talking about one day building an addition for a garage....when have we ever used a garage for our car?!? We should build an addition with a wet studio downstairs where you can paint, dye, felt...whatever you and the girls want and a loft upstairs for your spinning wheels, looms, and quilting stuff!” After 12 yrs of marriage we are finally figuring it out!!
Today, he took us on a road trip to Wolfville. I absolutely love the drive there. The colours are beautiful (and make me want to take up painting again). We visited a shop called Gaspereau Valley Fibres. I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I knew that they were at a spinning retreat in PEI with the bulk of their inventory, but let me tell you I was not disappointed. Just pulling up to the shop brought me joy; stepping through the door was entering fibre heaven. Thank goodness I have been blessed with a patient and loving (tolerant) family! They curled up by the wood stove as I wandered and touched (and yes, occasionally hugged then rubbed a roving against my cheek). I think I am going to be spending a lot of time in Wolfville. Thank you Gaspereau Valley Fibres!!!! If you have never been, then it must be added to your "To Visit" list...the inventory is amazing, the staff wonderful, and don't forget to say Hi to Kitty (the resident cat).