Shame the weather wasn't better. Because the tulips are spectacular. Bed after bed of fully blooming tulips in every colour of the rainbow. During WWII, while Mom lived in Nazi-occupied Holland the Dutch Royal family was evacuated to Canada. And while here, Queen Juliana gave birth to Princess Margriet. As a thank you present she sent 100,000 tulip bulbs to the city of Ottawa - laying the foundation for Ottawa's annual tulip festival.
The chilly temperatures gave Edward a chance to try his new sweater - the sweater started by Mom, the sweater I finished after Mom's passing. It's still big for him - so it will fit next fall and winter - but it looks great on him. The colour suits him to a T. I couldn't be happier with that little sweater.
While in Ottawa we visited Knit-Knackers on the main floor of an old house off Bank Street in Ottawa. Everywhere you look is fabulous yarn. Good thing I don't live in Ottawa - there'd be many lost hours spent there. What'd I get? Two large skeins of blue/green handspun - eek, me knitting handspun!?!! My sister insisted the colours were too beautiful to resist. And several skeins of Noro Iro. More baby blankets for the Warm Hands Network in the queue now. I avoided the siren call of the odd ball bin - can't beat those bargains, but it's heartbreak to fall in love with something only to find there isn't enough to knit anything. Fun to look at everything; my sister and sister-in-law enjoyed it too. All the while Edward crawled around in his hand knit sweater and hand knit socks, playing with a small ball of Baby Alpaca and charming everyone in the store.
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the tulips look lovely- and so does the wee man in his new sweater
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