|leeks, raspberries, wild blueberries, onions, carrots, cider, pretzels...|
It's because of the market!
Weekends are peak knitting zones as far as I'm concerned - no matter how busy I am, I can carve out a couple of hours to sit and relax with a cup of tea and some yarn and needles. But that was before I was across the street from the Saturday farmer's market, and the Sunday antique market.
I have actually been getting out of bed at 7 on Saturdays specifically to be out the door by 8 and down a block to shop for fresh fruits and vegetables. And apple cider. And pie.
Blueberry and peach, this week.
And I am not a morning person, so let's just let that sink in.
Saturday marketing takes about an hour, maybe a little more, and when you get home with two heavy bags like this you are
b/required to unpack it all and find places for it and
c/prepare food items and/or
It all adds up!
Sunday marketing is something you also want to start early because even though I was seeing the same things every week when I went in the afternoon, I am seeing new and exciting things since I started getting there for 8am. Yep, I am officially not sleeping in on weekends or at any other time. This is SO not me.
Do you know, there is a woman selling my favourite 50s kitchen gear who colour coordinates each week's display to showcase particular items? Two weeks ago it was orange, last week it was yellow. I don't know when she'll do red but I am doomed when it happens. Next weekend is Thanksgiving here in Canada, and she told me she's doing harvest colours and lots of fruits and vegetables.
I am SO not missing the market next week.
Last week the lady who sold me the pair of painted schoolhouse lights called out as I approached and asked how they worked out. I couldn't believe she remembered me, and I guess this means I'm a regular? Anyway then she showed me the most. gorgeous. mint condition emerald green mantel clock. Bakelite, I think? Beautiful, and I find myself thinking about how to fit emerald green into the colour scheme of the house.
Also last week, I finally solved the problem of Pete being stuck with two boxes stacked on top of each other for a night table, and bought an actual night table - all wood, perfect condition, narrow enough even for the house later, and 1940s vintage - for $60. (that number is lower if you convert to US funds but even so: way cheaper than IKEA.)
I love the market, but I love knitting too, and I'm going to figure out what else to give up so I can keep on having time for it. Not sleep. Laundry? Cleaning?
(heh, like I didn't give that up years ago.)
In related news - because when we move back to the house I would have to be up around 6 to make it to either market at 8, which will vastly reduce the appeal - I went on a site visit yesterday and actually climbed the ladders to the new second floor. The view is pretty much treetops, which I could show you if I had remembered to bring my camera.
I was actually nervous looking down from my office window and I hope I don't take too long to get used to it... it's got to be about 19 years now since I lived above ground level, and even at the condo I am slightly below it because of the raised flowerbeds on the terrace outside.
My big takeaway from the house visit is WOW is it ever still going to be small. We are really only gaining about 550 square feet at most, and we are doing a lot with it - 2 more full bathrooms both much larger than the original two which we are keeping, another bedroom, a much larger kitchen, an office, and a living room that isn't also a dining room. I am going to have to play it super safe on the decorating and I think we might have to do an open concept kitchen so our living room doesn't look like a tiny treehouse with its one full wall of windows!
Gee, I wonder if I should take that wakeup call and apply it to the whole Antique Market adventure? I sure hope not...
While I ponder that possible disaster, you go and have a wonderful time doing something that makes you happy. Even if it's not autumn knitting! And I'll see you tomorrow.