Vancouver is the end of the world from Boston on the Least Coast. Six hours to SF, three hour layover, 2 1/2 hours SF to Vancouver, arrive at 10pm. My body whines quietly that it truly is 1am from her point of view. We cope by ignoring her voice.
Mr. Etherknitter is curious about what I am doing next after we check into the hotel. I rip the sheet off at the head of the bed to inspect the mattress and the mattress pad. I look at the headboard. When I tell him what I am seeking, he is horrified. He had no idea. (He reads no news.) No stigmata can be found, so I cross my fingers and leap into what I hope is a bedbug-free sleep.
Serendipity ruled most of my Vancouver fiberfinds. Maiwa Supply had a rustic shop full of yarn, fiber, tools, dyes, weaving materials, felting things, books, and wonder. I came home with indigo/thiourea/lye, after being talked out of woad. (She had strips of fabric hanging on the dye cabinet that showed the hues resulting from successive dips.) That the shop is not closer to my home is both good and bad.
A department store with a unique display told me to stop taking pictures. I liked the imagination and execution of the fiber person who developed this use of yarn.
We walked and walked and walked to a LYS. On the way, as we trudged through alternating seedy blocks and trendy areas on Main Street, my foot-weary glance to the right revealed hand-painted fiber braids in a window. The detour into the shop was predictable. What was inside was not.
Birkeland Brothers sells yarn, fiber, and wheels. In the back room, visible from the shop, is a ~120 year old carding mill. The history is here, and it is entertaining. Mr. E chose two skeins of Quebecoise wool for colorwork mittens. (Despite the yarn diet, I cannot resist small doses of souvenir yarn. Please don't tell me I'm the only one who does this.)
We added the Aquabus to our mass transit options. During the last trip, I had taken pictures, but had not appreciated the utility of the cute little bathtub-toy boats. A short trip inches above the waterline, I was vastly entertained by the shoreline, and the 20-something captains who pilot the boat.
More to come.