The Eastern Seaboard is in a deep freeze -- no kidding! But a Canadian doesn't let that get in the way. She puts on her layers and goes out and does what she needs to do. Still, she doesn't have to like it.
Many years ago, when I was a young thing living in Washington, D.C., one of my friends started crocheting, passed around a simple pattern for an afghan, and before you know it, we were all making them. I remember making one for my mother in cream tones. Anyway, all that's left of that period is my crochet hook, made of metal, Made in the USA (yes, really!). I kept it all these years and when I decided to use up my stash of hand-spun yarns, out it came. How that hook managed to survive all this time, with two household moves across the Atlantic, I will never know. Some things you are never meant to lose.