He shoots, he scores!

Sunday started off gloomy, but Ramona rescued me and we took a little drive, stopped at a grocery store to buy some mole and soft corn tortillas, then BizzyB's to drop off some stuff, then home for a meal. We couldn't bear to watch the hockey, all that tension, so we watched it on APTN where the commentary was in one of the Pacific Coast First Nations' language. It seemed a little easier that way, not understanding the commentary.

After we ate, I showed Ramona some freewheeling embroidery I was doing and she observed that it looked like a bird. A bird? Oh, I never thought of that.

So I started a new piece and embroidered a birdie entirely in French knots. I had to keep the hands busy.

Then the roar came when Crosby scored the golden goal!


Oh!
Canada!

Olympic tales

Miss Cleo is getting ready for the Winter Olympics. She has never seen snow before (wot's this, Ma?). The Weather Spirit obliged by sending snow down on McKinney, Texas.

The mittens sold out very quickly, but Hudson's Bay restocked and finally got mine yesterday. Made in Canada, all proceeds going to our athletes. Along with the T-shirt (Inuit graphics), this pair is going to some very special people.