Crickets have been chirping over here on Dandelion Express, and as much as I love the mellow sound of those night-time crooners, it’s time to liven things back up on here!
We’ve been busy bees since we’ve been back, although a lot of it has been pretty mundane stuff, like cleaning the house – oh how I miss the days when vacuuming meant running our little dust-buster over the floor of Amelia for five minutes!
While we’ve been busy getting back to real-life, summer has been busy winding down. We had to think about things like acquiring wood for cozy fires in our living room once the cold sets in. My mom and my step-dad were given three years worth of wood, which needed to be stacked up. In exchange for helping, they were giving us as much as we could take home in our car – sweet!
Normally when I post photos on here, there’s usually a gazillion other similar ones that didn’t make the cut. I had to include these two of my brother and Steve because they make me laugh, and maybe they’ll make you laugh too:
Dork. As if we’re related.
Before I took those photos I was in the thick of things, work gloves on (actually they were gardening gloves – I’ve never seen work gloves that would fit a woman’s slender hands….do these exist somewhere?), sleeves rolled up, tossing wood around with the guys. I’m used to doing this, since I’ve helped pile the wood at the cottage ever since I could lift a log. But after this photo was taken, my mom came out with lemonade and suggested that we have a sewing lesson while the guy’s did the wood, and I threw those gardening gloves off like they were on fire and headed inside to the land of pretty fabric and open possibilities for fun new projects.
You see I am re-learning to sew. I learned when I was around 8 or 9 years old after school with my best friend. I used to make my own clothes! Now, I don’t even know what a bobbin is. Actually, I do know what a bobbin is because I had another sewing lesson just today and my mom reminded me. But you get the idea. I’m a far stretch from making my very own animal print overalls (yes, that was one of the outfits I made for myself back then).
So I’ve got a long way to go. My first project is a camera strap. I’ve already messed up. But that’s ok. I learn best by making mistakes. So bring on the mistakes! I’ll be a sewing whiz in no time!
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My mom’s a sewing whiz. She makes cool things, like laptop covers with pretty fabric. And last week, she and my two aunts rented a table at the Morrisburg (Ontario) flea market and sold their funky wares.
I just love a good flea market. It’s in my genes I think. It’s not in Steve’s genes, but he’s always willing to tag along and hangs onto the hope that he’ll discover some technological treasure. He never does.
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Did you know that Canadians and Americans share the Labour Day holiday? Except Americans call it Labor Day. So we had a long weekend this past weekend as well. We went to Steve’s parents’ cottage with our good friends Rockr and Junkii. All last week up until Friday it was hot and muggy and full of sunny blue skies. Then, with impeccable timing, Friday rolled around and the sky got all doom and gloom and dumped a downpour on us that lasted through to Sunday. This was our view from the cottage for most of Saturday:
Photo credit: Rockr and Junkii
But actually it was just fine. We played the board game we all love, taught Junkii how to play Euchre, and watched episode after episode of Coupling, a British comedy that Rockr and Junkii introduced us to that weekend.
Add beer and wine, good company and conversation, junk food, cozy fires and we were all pleased little clams, rain and all!
And then Sunday we woke up to sunshine! It was not hot, but there was sun! So we bundled up and sat outside for the first part of the day and soaked up as much as we could.
And despite our worries that the rain might return,
…we ventured off into the woods for a walk.
And you already know what I spent my time photographing:
And sometimes it did look like it could rain at any moment:
But then other times, it looked like this:
Rain or shine, it is always a good time at the cottage with friends 🙂