I was so tired last night that I was falling asleep and had to go lie down. So no blog post yesterday.
After today's blogging effort(s), I am going to take a nap. A girl has priorities, you know.
Let me start with my trip to Victoria. On my way out I flew to Edmonton, then Kelowna (?!) and then Victoria. The trip back was Victoria to Edmonton and then Edmonton to Halifax (the red eye). I got to experience lots of cloud p0rn in the air.
At the Kelowna Airport there was not only an Okanagan Wine Store, there was also a flat iron vending thing in the washroom. I've never seen one of these in a public washroom before. Who knew they had such things?
And then I arrived in Victoria. When we moved to Victoria in 1972 (and for a number of years growing up there), the Victoria "International" Airport had 2 gates and virtually all planes were accessed from the ground level. There was no radar back then. Literally. They had no radar at the airport. Now there are 9 gates and an upstairs to the airport. And there's radar. The flight I was on was one of the smaller planes which deplaned right onto the tarmac. But in typical Victoria fashion, the entrance to the airport was stunning.
And some wag or other corrected the word choice on the French translation on the hand washing sign. This amuses me.
Good to know. Henceforth I will not confuse germs and seeds.
There are iron poppy things at the front of the airport. Those are definitely new to me. Same with the three totem poles.
Princess lives downtown. There's a ton of neat stuff down there and the artwork and some of the architecture is to die for.
There's a neat painted mural on a pink wall on View Street and of course some idiot tagger who is unaware of tagging etiquette had to come along and ruin it.
We went for a drive the evening I got there. I wanted to show Princess the Oak Bay Golf Course which straddles both sides of Beach Drive. The part of the golf course on the ocean side is amazing. And the sun was starting to go down as we were driving.
Princess is particularly impressed that there are mountains across the ocean.
One of the cathedrals (Christ Church? All Saints? Not being a good Christian, I can't remember) is in the next block. It's undergoing some preventative maintenance. But the church bells ring 122 times on Sunday morning. Ask me how I know....
I'd forgotten how much interesting architecture there is in Victoria. I can't remember what this was when I lived here, but now it's a pub.
We stopped at Munro's books. It used to be my favourite book store. Now that virtually all my books are electronic, I don't go into paper bookstores much. And for one of the lone remaining independents, Munro's is stunning. Architecturally it's fabulous. Look at the ceiling details. There are quilts depicting the seasons on the walls. Munro's is a visual and a literary feast.
Marble, stone and wood. It doesn't get much better than this.
There are some fabulous murals in Victoria. This one is on the side of an otherwise nondescript building. Those are not actual windows - they're paintings. Unfortunately some wretched camper or other was in front of the one with the window boxes of flowers.
Princess thought they were actual windows cut into the building until I pointed out the bird poop on the one with the family on the balcony.
And adjacent to this building is another one with a mural. Man, I love Victoria.
Then we headed down Wharf Street toward the Empress Hotel, the Museum and the Parliament buildings.
This building used to house a theatre school. Now it houses a law office. (I imagine the rent must be staggering, as it's right on the waterfront).
There's a painted whale down at the Tourism / Visitors' Centre.
Really it's almost impossible to take a bad photo in Victoria.
And speaking of whales, there's a topiary whale on the corner of Wharf Street and whatever one runs up the side. There are little tufts of grass which represent the spouting of air from the blow hole. How genius is that? [Hmm....looks like there's more than one blow hole. Item not exactly as described...]
And roses and flowers galore. They're everywhere. No wonder it's the Garden Capital or the Flower Capital of Canada or whatever.
There's a bronze statue of Emily Carr down on the corner of Wharf Street and the one between the Empress and the Museum. She has a monkey on her back and a dog at her feet.
At various points downtown there are big brass spindle and whorl things. I think these are enlargements of the Coast Salish spindles and whorls. These ones on the street are about 3 feet in diameter and the spindle thing is about 6" in diameter and about 5' high. (No clue what that is in metric. We're a bit schizophrenic about that in Canada. Metric is the official measurement but we still use imperial for sizing stuff. Except distances.)
Okay, that's enough visual gluttony for one post. The next stop was the Royal BC Museum and I am going to have to be ruthless and judicious in my selection of blog photos. Fortunately a lot of what I loved about the museum as a kid is still intact. I might do a post just on Indian masks. I also have a glut of Butchart Gardens photos. And then there are the yarn haul photos.
But I feel like I've lost my knitting mojo. I did one sock on the plane on the way out (to the toe decreases). I did a complete sock for Princess's boyfriend and started the second one but ran out of yarn about two inches from the toe decreases. This is the problem with men. And it was a club skein of Hazel Knits from about 2011 so I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm working on the second sock from the plane and am about to start the heel flap.
What I really want to do is another Ambah O'Brien shawl. Or a cowl or something.
Lest this post be completely bereft of knitting content, here's a photo of the two completed socks. The speckledy one is the one from Kaleidoscope Dyeworks in Pixie Dust. The mansock is HK Artisan in Spruce. And about 63% of the skein as far as I can tell.
And yes, those ARE new sock blockers. Thanks for noticing. Spoiler for the yarn haul post.