Nancy and I had just come back from our yarn crawl and whale watch tour. What I didn’t show and tell was our adventure to go pick up a surprise spinning wheel for Knitting Hubby on Saturday. The previous weekend I’d spied an ad for what turned out to be an Ashford Traveller on Seattle Craigslist. It was in Shoreline, just north of Seattle and we figured we’d be passing by late on Saturday afternoon.
I told you what a great navigator Nancy was! She got us right to the house. When I knocked on the door I could see someone doing Kumihimo (Japanese plaited cords and braids) and said to Nancy “we’re at the right place!!!”. Tom and Barbara led us through their home (filled with Barbara’s artwork and hardwood floors), past the loom in the dining room (voted best use of a dining room by kitkatknit), to their deck where the Traveller was. We talked for quite a while and being that we still had many (too many) miles and plenty more traffic to tackle, hit the road.
Usual workweek, spinning, knitting blah blah blah… We have bad range fires around us every summer. This one was bad. It started mid-week and by Thursday at dusk live embers were floating down into our yard. Graham and I grabbed cameras and went up on Flat Top hill.
Here is what Rattlesnake Mountain looked like in the morning.
Knitting Hubby was due home Friday evening. Too late to go to the Grass Roots concert. Ho boy he missed a fun time. Great concert for us baby boomers. Sorry about the bad picture, no flash.
Knitting Hubby had spent the last two weeks working in a little village an hour south of Buffalo NY called Ellicottville. After he got done laughting at the fact that the town has ski resorts with 750 ft of vertical drop (we get a little spoiled in the west). KH took long walks in the evenings, took lots of great pictures of the houses and barns that dated back to the early 1800’s. Here is a picture of St Johns Episcopal Church built in 1837. Doesn’t it look too perfect? Like a movie set? All the pictures of it inside and out are beautiful. It even has the third oldest church bell in America.
Oh and Senor Froggie? Here is Rufus checking him out.