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There are two things I wish I had done when I was young. I wish I had practiced piano when my mother forced me to take lessons from Mrs. Dash every Tuesday or Wednesday after school. And I wish I had listened to Mr. Fournier in junior high school when he attempted to teach me French.


Every time I am in Quebec I remember sitting in French class and thinking, “What has this got to do with me? I will never need to know French.” I was so wrong. Now I just wish I could read the signs on the side of the road and understand the simplest conversations.


Quebec City is my favourite city in the country. Okay I have many favourite cities, but Quebec City is definitely one of them. In true Tex style he found a boutique hotel, on a walking road, with a view of the Chateau Frontenac, for an amazing price and that is not all. The price included a full breakfast—proof that Tex knew what he was doing when he choose Hotel Saint Anne.


Carla and Katherine organized a workshop in the St. Andrew’s kirk hall (within walking distance of the hotel—Tex’s arrangements make it easy to get around). The ancient old building in the ancient old part of the city gave the event an out-of-Canada feeling. When we were walking around the city later it was hard to believe it was the same country as the suburban Montreal where we had the other workshops.


Robyn at Les Lainages Petit Mouton (meaning “woollens little sheep”—you can see how good I am at French) gathered dozens of knitters for two bustling workshops in a mall. Knitters even traveled up from New Hampshire and Vermont to join us. I met Donna Druchanas, knitter, world traveler, writer, and researcher. I am rarely in touch with other designers/knitters/writers-about-wool and am really excited about broadening my scope, widening my network and increasing my knowledge about the bigger knitting world.



I wish I had been able to meet French knitters in Quebec. But a few talented French speakers came out and waded through the English—thanks for your determination.

Thanks, Ray and Joanne, for a delicious dinner and wonderful evening in St. Sauveur. Tex and I appreciate and always enjoy your generous hospitality.

And the reference to my piano lessons was not just a random opening comment. Learning intuitive colourwork is a lot like learning a new song or a new dance. I can only say so much about the over and under…the rest is about rhythm—your rhythm and the wonderful cadence of the pattern repetition that results in geometric design—the ancient communication device that humans have loved for millennia.



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