When I packed up to go to the lake, I made sure that I packed up Victoria to come, along with enough fiber to last me two weeks.
One of the colours of fleece that I worked with was this blue. I really wanted to call it "Skiff Lake" but they were too dark.
But because I was there, and because there was a bucket and a lake near by, this skein was washed in the hallowed waters of Skiff lake.
There was a convienent porch rail to hang the skein from and of course canned goods to weigh it down. Once there, it is hard to think of going to the grocery store in Woodstock. The store in Canterbury sells staples like milk, bread, chips, ice cream, and beer, but fresh veggies are rarely fresh, so we resort to some things canned or frozen.
What do you think? Stormy lake? Deep Waters? Skiff Lake Waters?