Of Moving and Moose

This prepping the house for sale fiasco is for the birds.

The current practice is to get rid of anything that

looks personal and then stage it.

Well I’m already tired of feeling like I live on a movie set - 

each thing we touch or mess up

has to be put back in place.

Have y’all seen Escape to the Country?

No staging there.

Happily, our lilacs are out, making the home extra pretty!

 Our neighbourhood excitement this morning was the rogue, 

teenage moose loose in the park beside our house. 

The forestry department is shooting it with tranquilizers for relocation. 

Poor, poor thing he must be terrified.

And a shot of Lucy who always wipes her face on 

the huge wool rug after she's had a treat.

The whiskers look too cute for a scolding.

I must get out Grandma's Rug today. 

I love that it's geometric and easy to stop and start!

I’ve been decluttering like mad to get this house market ready.

The agent suggested I use the wool room as the packing area as it

already has so many boxes 😬.

Then I thought I was nearing the end and had a

Home Stager come in and I had a brand new list of to-dos.

You can tell the dog isn’t used to my cleaning as it is making her

very nervous!

I started on “Grandma’s rug.”

This was a free pattern in the Mar/Apr/May 

1995 RHM issue.

I thought I deserved a break from the sorting and boxing

so I went with a friend to her cottage at the head pond.

The head pond refers to the body of water at the top of the dam.

O it’s wonderful!

She and her hubby are building the cottage slowly but steadily.

We sat on the upper deck with hook

 (her rug is fall leaves and my Grandma rug) 

and wine in hand as the winds rustled the birches and the sun shone down.

Ahhhhh....

When we drove home from NC, we stopped outside of Portland, Maine

at Mackworth Island State Park and did a hike around.

Jack-in-the-pulpit

 The island was quintessential Maine with its evergreens,

rocky coasts and clear, cold water.

 

One portion along the trail had a fairy house forests.

Dozens and dozens of little fairy houses dotted the

area- all made from forest floor offerings.

 

My hubby and I added to the construction of a couple.

Dog Lucy was good and just sniffed.

We highly recommend this enchanting place if you

are in the area.

Happy weekend!

Home A Jig Jig

The old nursery rhyme: "home again home again jiggedy jig"

was one we used when our kids were little

to let them know we were returning home.

But I shortened it calling it "home a jig jig."

So, yes we are home again in Canada

 after a very fun,very warm trip South.

We managed to stop at one hooking place,W. Cushing in Wells, Maine.

I also wanted to return to Camp Wool in Kennebunk.

Alas they are closed Tuesdays and that

was my only day.

But Cushing was fun and Liseanne and her

employee were welcoming and helpful

even with an informal hook-in going on.

Outside was welcoming but the cozy warren of rooms

 and loot inside was most fun.

An assortment of hook books, antiques and pottery.

Hooked models and wool remnants.

I must say these gals were very quiet. 

Our bunch would have sounded like a buzzy beehive!

Cupboards of offerings. Something to see everywhere.

Threads for the puncher and stitcher.

I was tempted by the ornaments.

My loot:

Two wools, dye, needles, a pattern, tape and a quilted bag.

Wouldn't you say I was pretty behaved?

I would recommend stopping in,

even going out of your way to pop in, 

to this well stocked store.

We were on time constraints but I

could have spent well over an hour here.

Lucky for my purse, I could not.