Yesterday was the last full day off for the rest of our time here at the Camp. Considering we have only a few days left, we decided to make it a most worthwhile day. Thus Helena, BearGirl, the Thinker, and myself a piled into my Silver Steed/Prius of Adventure and set off for an afternoon of wine and wondrous fun We had decided to hit three wineries along M22. The first was Good Harbor Vineyards. We all picked 5 wines to sample from the extensive list and a souvenir glass came with the tasting. I sampled a most glorious Cherry Wine that made dark chocolate sing in my mouth (the gentleman gave us dark chocolate kisses with the instructions, “sip the wine, take a bite of chocolate, then sip.”). Twas so good a bottle may have followed me out of the place ;). Next, on to Gills Pier Winery. Handsome and I had visited this winery on our previous excursion on M22, I had gone back again on my own, and I simply had to bring my friends with me. I truly like this sweet little place.
Overlooking the vineyard
The whole gang
From Gills, we went on to our best find of the day. BearGirl had recently been on a plane trip and she mentioned that she had sat next to a most interesting person. The woman spoke of an organic winery in Northport Michigan…which turned out to be right where we were headed. Thus, we found ourselves at Good Neighbor Organic. Not only does this place have wine, but they also make incredible ciders that absolutely blew the socks and shoes straight off my feet. Stan, the owner, also bid us go play in the vineyard/orchard and pick some lavender. We happily complied 🙂
Today was a most glorious day off, and Isaac thus far has not hit us too hard. The day started off with blocking my beauteous shawl. The pattern is called the Mermaid’s Gift, and it was written by Tori Gurbisz. The pattern is part of an ebook that the designer created called Myths and Fairytales, and I must say I covet it dearly. The Mermaid’s Gift was something I purchased before I realized it was part of a larger book. Upon viewing the other 5 patterns, I was instantly in love. I really like the fact that this designer based this collection off of lesser known mythological characters and fairy tales. For example, one of the patterns is called Amalthea, which is inspired by the book The Last Unicorn. That book inspired a movie that I watched so often as a kid the VCR ate the cassette. As for the shawl I made, the designer named it after the original Anderson tale, where the Little Mermaid chooses to die without a soul rather than bring harm to the man she loves. Though she turns to foam, she is ultimately given the opportunity to earn a soul because she chose to sacrifice herself rather than harm another being. While I certainly love the inspiration (and mermaids are definitely in my top favorite fantasy humanoids), my shawl is more reminiscent of another sea legend that I deeply love. I have taken to calling the shawl my Selkie shawl, so named after the creatures that are seals in the water, but have the ability to remove their skins and walk on shore as people. I have loved the idea of such creatures ever since a children’s book called Greyling was read to me when I was little. My shawl is made of a wonderful coarse wool, with a color that reminds me of the moment sea water hits the rocks. The way the foam bursts and seems to turn cream and brown with the sun above and the stone beneath. The beads are a perfect confection of haunting green, and iridescent shifts in color that harken to the inside of a mussel’s shell. This is not the shawl of the tropical waters I have encountered here, but rather of the oceans that I encountered every summer on the shore up north. It’s water that is dark, and thus could always hide secrets like selkies and mer people. The design of the shawl is so stunning, with three bands of pattern that absolutely smack of a wave crashing towards the shore. Obviously, I am enamored of the finished product. The rest of the day was spend winding off Eddard’s first full shaft of wool, and winding yarn for new projects. I am gloriously happy, and I hope to eventually post better pictures of the Selkie Shawl, once I find a photo location that satisfies me.
A day full of rousing success stories. First of all, epic laundry day was an extremely smart thing to do as early in the day as I could. By the time the last load was done, people were already pulling the classic, “I’m not going to wait ten minutes for the dryer, so I’ll just dump the clothes inside over here.” Well, whoever it was, he/she was at least kind enough to put it on the table and not the floor. Anyway, my next task was the farmers market. ZeldaStark introduced me to this farmers market while my lovelings were in town, and it is a truly remarkable place. I have always loved accessible local produce, and this place is absolutely bursting with goodness. From apples to Tupelo honey, I feel glowing all over when I can get wonderful food for an excellent value. Happily today, ZeldaStark joined me again. We even enabled each other to purchase some delightful baskets that incited some spontaneous singing (may or may not have included lyrics about provincial towns). We also stopped by the tea lounge, because, darnit!, I need more morning tea! My evening brews are enough to last for a bit, but I positively drag in the morning without my little tea lift, and the backup is almost out. Thus, some delectable local tea was acquired, and I bid the fair ZeldaStark adieu with wishes for safety during the hurricane. The last thing on the list, a trip to Lowes to gather the last few pieces of storm equipment that I sought. My favorite surprise purchase was a bag of reflective gear that included a vest and support belt (and the bag itself is a nifty little carry bag). While not absolutely necessary, it was cheap and could come in handy in other situations so why not (plus, I totes look fantastic in true neon). On my way home, Baloo called with the news that the park is closed tomorrow and thus no work. While a tiny part bemoaned the lost pay, more of me felt relief. Aside from the storm, I am tired from the 30 hours in three days that just happened. Today was to be my only day off before next weekend, and I spent most of it running to and fro. Knowing that tomorrow can be spent hunkering down to ride out the storm brings a huge wave of calm, and a bit of planning. What are the plans tomorrow? Besides the usual pursuits of knitting and reading, this lady is going to attempt to block a shawl when she has neither carpet nor blocking boards. How will this experiment turn out? We shall see 🙂