Apartment 812

I've moved:

Counting

6 days before submitting my last major paper;
19 days before finishing school;
45 days before running a half marathon;
55 days before leaving the east coast;
96 days before beginning work.

and inside the package...

...was a little man. Not just any little man, though:

Darling, I now have a butter dish
that is shaped like a cow.

(from Butter Dish, The Book Of Longing)

and waiting for me upon my return...

...was a package:

I Went Away

I went to Toronto, to see the bf:

(the paintings on display while we were there are by Travis Shilling. If you can't visit them in person during the Gladstone's doors open hours, visit his site.)

We stayed at the Gladstone hotel and admired their Green Wall:

And Room 311:

And before coming home again, I flew to Vancouver to meet my bff's bf. They put me up in their West End apartment:

(those mountains in the background? They're a strong draw all on their own.)

Jane, for gran

I knit a toque, changing up the length and decreasing it properly to make a cap instead of a slouchy knit. A gift for my gran. Not in the mail yet, but soon. I tried it out this weekend (is that even allowed), while back at the Farmhouse.

It was cold. I was warm.

Habitat

I couldn't help myself. I knit Greg another toque. I love the Habitat pattern. I had a skein of grey Lopi and I had exam studying that needed to be put off. And so, I knit.

After the first of my four finals, my friends convinced me that the best place to study over the weekend was at a farmhouse on the Bay of Fundy. I did study, and when the studying was done, I finished the toque. I rushed to finish it, actually, because we planned a study break walk alongside the Bay of Fundy and it was frigid out (and maybe by "rush," I mean that I took a study break to knit).

[Greg wears the toque below]