SO EASY Sweatshirt Refashion

Want to try a fun project? Dig out an old sweatshirt that you have no intention of ever wearing again, and recycle it into a top that’s actually quite cute.

Here’s how.

Carefully cut away the ribbing around the neckline, at the end of each sleeve and around the bottom. 

Then, working on the wrong side, fold in a ¼” hem at each place and secure with pins.

Using either a sewing machine or hand stitching, straight stitch around each hem.

Once hemmed with the straight stitch, I sometimes use my sewing machine to do a zigzag stitch around the edges to double-secure the hem.

Once the neckline, sleeves and bottom have been hemmed, you can use any trim you like to embellish the edges.

Some ideas: lace or fabric trims from your local fabric store; coloured beads or sequins; bits of tiny fabric patches in a “quilt-look” design.

I decided to crochet a border using lace-weight yarn and double-crochet stitches combined with loops. Once I finished crocheting the right length of border for each area, I sewed tiny pearl beads onto each loop for the sleeve and neck borders. 

For the bottom border, I crocheted extra-long loops to along the border edge to create a tassel-like look, and sewed larger pearl beads at the top of each tassel.

Voila! From old sweatshirt to pretty nice top!

Peppermint & Pastels Baby Sweater & Hat

Very easy to work up when you want to make a gift for a special baby. The sweater is basically one square for the back, and two rectangles for the front.

Materials:
1 ball each of baby cotton yarn in Peppermint (Colour A) and Variegated pastel (Colour B).

5.50 mm hook

Yarn needle for weaving in ends.

BACK: (approx. 11” wide x 11” long)
Starting with Colour A, ch 44.

Row 1: dc in fourth ch from hook, *skip 2 chs, sc in next ch, and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 3 chs, sk 2 chs, sc in last ch. Turn.

Row 2: Ch 3; dc in same sp; *skip 2 sts, 1 sc and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 2 sts, sc in top of ch-3 from last round. Turn.

Row 3: repeat Row 2. Fasten off Colour A and join Colour B.

Row 4-6: repeat Row 2 for three rows. Fasten off Colour B and join Colour A.

Repeat alternating 3 rows of each colour until the piece is about 11” long and ends with peppermint rows. (Sample shown has 5x 3 rows of peppermint and 4x 3 rows of variegated. Fasten off and set aside.

FRONT: (make 2 panels, each panel approx. 5” wide x 11” long)
Starting with Colour A, ch 24.

Row 1: dc in fourth ch from hook, *skip 2 chs, sc in next ch, and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 3 chs, sk 2 chs, sc in last ch. Turn.

Row 2: Ch 3; dc in same sp; *skip 2 sts, 1 sc and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 2 sts, sc in top of ch-3 from last round. Turn.

Row 3: repeat Row 2. Fasten off Colour A and join Colour B.

Row 4-6: repeat Row 2 for three rows. Fasten off Colour B and join Colour A.

Repeat alternating 3 rows of each colour until the piece is about 11” long and ends with peppermint rows. Fasten off and set aside.

SLEEVES: (make 2, each will be 14 rows of pattern in peppermint, then edging 2 rows of sc in variegated)
With Colour A, ch 37.

Row 1: dc in fourth ch from hook, *skip 2 chs, sc in next ch, and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 3 chs, sk 2 chs, sc in last ch. Turn.

Row 2: Ch 3; dc in same sp; *skip 2 sts, 1 sc and 2 dc in same sp; repeat from * across to last 2 sts, sc in top of ch-3 from last round. Turn.

Row 3-14: repeat Row 2. Fasten off Colour A and join Colour B with sl st in first sp.

Row 15-16: sc in same sp as sl st, and in each sp across. Turn. Repeat one more row of sc. Fasten off.

Finishing:
You can seam pieces together with a yarn needle, or with your crochet hook and slip stitching, whichever way you prefer. My preference is to slip stitch pieces together with my crochet hook. Use Color A for seaming.

Doing one side at a time, place back and fronts with right sides together, and seam shoulders together from wrong side, starting from outer edge and working in to about 3”.

One at a time, and working from wrong sides, place sleeves as shown with middle of sleeve lined up with shoulder seam. Seam pieces together. Next, still working from wrong side, fold sleeve to create sweater shape, then starting at edge of sleeve, seam sleeve and keep going around underarm to start seaming together sides of sweater. Fasten off when you reach the bottom edge of the sweater, then repeat the process for the other side.

Once all seaming is complete, attach Color B to begin the edging. Start from either bottom corner of sweater, and work evenly spaced sc right around entire sweater so that you’re edging the bottom, up the front, around the neck and back down the other side. I just did one row of sc edging, but you can do another row, if you prefer.

I didn’t bother blocking it. I just gently steam pressed the seams with an iron.

Then, for a front fastening, instead of bothering with buttons, I just tied a piece of yellow ribbon midpoint on one side and pulled it through the other side, then tied it in a bow.

Hershey’s Kiss Hat
5 mm hook / 2 colours of yarn: Peppermint & variegated pastel

Round 1: Using peppermint, ch 3, 3 dc in first ch, sl st to second ch.

Round 2: Ch 2, 2 dc in each dc, sl st to beginning ch.

Round 3: Ch 2, *dc in first dc, 2 dc in next dc, rep from * to end, sl st to beginning ch.

Round 4: Repeat Round 3.

Round 5: Ch 2, *dc in each of first 2 dc, 2 dc in next dc, rep from * to end, sl st to beginning ch.

Round 6: Ch 2, *dc in each of first 3 dc, 2 dc in next dc, rep from * to end, sl st to beginning ch.

Round 7: Ch 2, Repeat Round 3. (At the end of Round 8, switch from peppermint to variegated. Do three rows of variegated, then switch back to peppermint at the end of Round 11.) 

Round 8-11: Dc in each dc around. 

Round 12: Using peppermint, dc in each dc around.

Round 13: Sc in each hdc around. Fasten off.

You never know what you’ll find in the trash…

Paul & I went for a walk at a nearby conservation park this evening, and as we passed a garbage can, we spotted this little fellow looking up at us amidst the trash!

We assumed he had fallen in there and couldn’t get out, so we tipped the can on its side and he ran out, stopping in the distance by a tree. He sat and watched us as we walked to a nearby park bench and sat down. Then after shooting us what appeared to be a dirty look, he hightailed it right back to the garbage can and climbed back inside. Paul went over and dropped in his KFC macaroni salad as consolation for having mistakenly disturbed him. LOL!

(We returned to take one last peek on our way out of the park. He’d eaten every bite of the macaroni salad and was working on what looked like a sandwich bun.)

Blue Shells Crocheted Top

This top looks great paired with jeans, and is easy enough for a beginner to make.

Materials:

2 balls Caron Kindness yarn in Dark Navy: 345 yards [315 meters]/198 g) / 5 mm hook / Size small/medium / Vst: (dc, ch 1, dc) in same space / Shell: 3 dc in same space

Upper section of top:

Chain 134 and carefully join into a circle without twisting chain.

Row 1: sc in first chain and in each around, slip stitch to first sc to join.

Row 2: ch 3 (counts as first dc), dc in next sp, *skip next sp, shell in next sp, skip 2 sps, Vst in next sp, skip next sp; repeat from * around to last 2 sps, dc in each of last 2 sps, sl st to third ch of first ch-3.

Row 3: ch 3, dc in next sp, *Vst in middle sp of next Vst, shell in center dc of shell, repeat from * around to last 2 sps, dc in each of last 2 sps, sl st to third ch of first ch-3.

Row 4: ch 3, dc in next sp, *shell in center dc of next shell, Vst in ch-1 sp of next Vst, repeat from * around to last 2 sps, dc in each of last 2 sps, sl st to third ch of first ch-3.

Continue repeating Row 3 & 4 to desired length (mine measured 9.5” from top to bottom.

Skirt section of top:

Before starting the skirt section, crochet two rows of dc evenly spaced around, with dc’s placed in every space to ensure that the lower skirt will be a bit wider than the top section.

Then repeat with Row 2-4 to create the skirt. I continued the rows until the skirt section measured 8” in length.

Edging for the skirt:

2 dc in first sp, *ch 3, sk 2 sps, sl st in next sp, sk 2 sps, shell in next sp, repeat from * around to last shell before beginning 2-dc, ch 3, sk 2 sps, sl st in next sp, ch 3, dc in same space as first 2-dc pair, join with sl st in top of first (middle) dc. Fasten off and weave in end.

Straps: (make 2)

Row 1: ch 14, sc in 2nd ch from hook and in each across (13 sc)

Row 2: ch 3, sk 2 sps, shell in next sp, sk 2 sps, Vst in next sp, sk 2 sps, shell in next sp, sk 2 sps, dc in last sp.

Repeat Row 2 back and forth until strap measures approximately 15” long.

Make second strap.

Try on top and use markers to mark out exactly where on the front and back you should attach straps. Then turn piece to the wrong side, pin straps where you’ve marked, and sew each strap end to the top using a yarn needle.

Once the straps are attached, crochet a row of sc around each armhole, and also starting from back neck right around inside straps and front neck.

Flora Lace Crocheted Shawl

The unique design of this shawl pattern immediately caught my eye as I was scrolling through an AllFreeCrochet.com email (you can access the site here: https://www.allfreecrochet.com/Shawls/Flora-Shawl). I wanted to try out the pattern.
You can check out the free pattern at Annie Design Crochet, thanks to designer, Carmen Heffernan. Here’s the link: https://www.anniedesigncrochet.com/2019/04/29/flora-shawl-one-skein-free-crochet-pattern/
For my shawl, I used one ball of Lion Brand’s Shawl in a Ball (5.3 oz/150 g/ 518 yds/473 m) in “Peaceful Earth” and a 4.5 mm hook. I love this yarn—the brushed texture is beautiful for scarves and shawls, and the colour choices are all really attractive.

My finished, blocked shawl is 18” at its widest point x 69” long.
I so liked how this design turned out, I made another one in purple (Shawl in a Ball colour, Mindful Mauve).

What have we done?

If you don’t read another book this year, please take the time to read this one.
It consists of only 59 pages … 59 pages of the most important information you will ever learn about our humanity and the earth we inhabit.
You can find the book at bookstores or at your local library. I borrowed the ebook from my library and read it from beginning to end in one afternoon.
Warning: the information in this book is not uplifting. Be prepared to experience a wide range of emotions as you take in the details.

What’s ten times worse worse than dumping a full cup of coffee in your lap?

DUMPING THE ENTIRE CUP INTO YOUR LAPTOP KEYBOARD!!!

Yep. That’s exactly what I did a couple of weeks ago. I’ve always been as clumsy as the day is long, so I make a point of being extra-careful whenever I have liquids anywhere near my devices.

Except this time, when I bumped the table beside me, my full cup of coffee (with no lid on it) literally flew up into the air and landed upside down on top of my MacBook, which was on my lap. Every last drop drained into my keyboard.

I raced to the kitchen like a bat out of hell, holding the laptop upside down to drain over the sink while yelling every curse word in the English language. Once drained, I shut it down and raced it over to my awesome tech guy, who said he’d do his best to dry it out and clean it up, and we would hope for the best that I hadn’t fried it.

After a LOT of praying, I am so lucky to have my laptop back—good as new, thanks to my rock star tech guy, Phillip of Tomigi Computer Sales & Service in Markham, Ontario.

Anyway, I’m back online and hope to share some of the projects I’ve been working on in future posts. For now, here’s Otis, relaxing out in the front porch.

And here’s a silly joke that gave me a chuckle.

A very different kind of fairy tale…

Warning: The following fairy tale is NOT for kids.
No siree. It’s for all of us grownups who are sick and tired of reading about all the nasty shit going on in the world these days and would, for once, like to read a story with a happy ending.

So, go curl up on the couch with your blankie and a cold beer… ’cause it’s story time!

Jack And His Beanstalk

I was not amused when Jack developed a sudden zest for gardening. The last time he’d flexed his green thumb, it had got him thrown in the slammer.

He came home, not with news that he’d finally found employment, but with a ratty leather pouch containing a few seeds he’d won in a poker game. You heard me right. He won seeds in a poker game. When he added that they were magic seeds, I lost it.

“How much beer have you drank today, Jack? Are you into the pot again too? Those are marijuana seeds, aren’t they? How could you go back on your word like this?”

Clutching his silly pouch of seeds as if it were a sack of rare diamonds, he shook his head. “I didn’t smoke nothing. And no more than ten pints touched these here lips. I was a good boy today, Ida. And it’s gonna pay off in spades!”

I glared at the sorry lout that was my lot in life for the past thirty-six years, spun on my heel and stormed down the hall to our room, from where I sent his pillow and beddings sailing smoothly out the door to land magically at his feet. The slamming door was my exclamation point.

After a fitful night’s sleep, I arose early with a thirst for a good, strong cup of coffee. While I ran water at the sink, I caught my reflection in the windowpane.

I couldn’t help but despair at the tired face that stared back at me—old beyond her fifty years. (Yes, you figured the math right. I was just a bit of a girl when I was fool enough to marry Jack. Fourteen, to be exact.) My reflection faded as a movement out the window caught my attention. I nearly dropped the coffee pot at the sight that met my eyes.

There was Jack, crouched over a freshly turned patch of earth by the shed, planting his “magic” seeds. Turning away from the window, I slammed the empty coffee pot on the counter and stomped back to the bedroom to change. I had to get away. It was obvious that Jack had lied to me and was back to growing “the smoke” again, instead of hauling his rump out to look for work. There was a time when those plants had nearly destroyed our lives. I thought he had changed. I was wrong. And I was devastated.

***

After a morning spent rifling through the racks at the new Save-A-Dollar in town, I had cooled off considerably. It’s amazing really how therapeutic it can be to treat yourself to a comfy new pair of elastic-waist jeans. I was ready to go home and confront Jack.

I called out his name as I entered the house, but there was only silence. In the kitchen, I dropped my parcel on the counter… then dropped my jaw at the scene that greeted my eyes through the window.

There was Jack perched at the edge of the half-rotted Adirondack chair he’d “found” on garbage day, peering intently at his dirt patch which had sprouted a leafy green sapling about four feet tall.

“What in the…?” were the first words that came to my mind. How could seeds planted just this morning be producing growth already? Could Jack be playing some kind of mind game with me?

I flung open the kitchen door and stalked across the lawn, fists planted firmly on my hips to keep myself from punching him.

“Jack O’Toole. What the hell kind of game do you think you’re playing with me?”

Jack’s head snapped around, his eyebrows meeting his hairline as he gawked at me.

“What do you mean, Ida? What game?”

I took a deep breath to keep myself from exploding, and growled.

“I saw you planting those seeds this morning, Jack. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe that they could’ve grown this much already?”

Jack’s shoulders relaxed as he waved a hand and chuckled. “Oh. Of course. You didn’t believe me when I told you they’re magic seeds.”

He sighed, leaning forward in his chair to grasp both my hands in his.

“I know how crazy it sounds, Ida, but I’m telling you the truth. I swear on Stinker’s grave,” he said, motioning with his chin toward the small mound of earth under the kitchen window. The patch was marked with a cross I’d made from twine-trussed branches, a laminated photo of our beloved old mutt—bless his little I-love-to-roll-in-crap heart—duct-taped to it.

“I’m not growing illegal contraband. I’m not playing games. These seeds are one of a kind. Old Callaghan brought ‘em back from Ireland. He told me he bought ‘em from a wee odd man who appeared outta nowhere after he’d stopped to take a whiz at the side of a dirt road outside the village of Ballybeg. Paid three-hundred pounds for ‘em! Callaghan’s eyes were like a pair’a beer taps, he was cryin’ so hard when he had to hand ‘em over to me. In all our years, I’ve not seen him so distraught.”

Jack nodded toward his plant, which had sprouted another foot as I’d stood there listening to him.

“The wee odd man told Callaghan that these seeds are guaranteed to bring good fortune to and fulfill the wildest dreams of he who possesses ‘em.”

He released my hands and leaned back in his chair to resume watching over his magic plant.

“Trust me. You’ll see proof soon enough.”

I leaned forward to take a closer look. It definitely wasn’t a marijuana plant. I knew what they looked like, thanks to years spent watching “Farmer Jack” tend his precious crops in our back yard until the day Morris Dwick from next door—pissed off after Stinker’d chased his cat over to the next county—tipped off the cops. The day Jack returned home after serving his sentence, he swore up and down to me that he was turning over a new leaf. Excuse the pun.

And he had. Until now. Was it any wonder that little soldiers of suspicion were marching up and down my spine?

As he talked, the plant grew some more, right there before my own eyes. It looked just like a beanstalk, with identical leaves and lush, orange blossoms. It was now the same height as the shed and sprouting more vines as I watched it, dumbfounded.

Could Jack actually be telling the truth? It was certainly beginning to appear that way. I continued to stare at the plant.

“So, Jack, just how will this plant be bringing us good fortune? If it gets you a job that pays in tax-free gold bricks, I just may fall over with a heart attack.”

Jack shrugged. “I don’t know exactly how, Ida. I just know that our luck is about to take a turn for the best. Callaghan said the wee man promised that he who plants the seeds shall find paradise at the top of the world. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

I sighed. “All right then. I’d best go in and start supper. I don’t imagine that the plant will be taking over my chores anytime soon.”

I went back inside the house, now feeling a tingle of excitement as I busied myself preparing a big pot of my famous Canada goose stew. While I chopped and diced, thoughts of “happy dances” bloomed in my mind, and a good half-hour passed before it dawned on me to take another look outside at Jack and his beanstalk.

I gasped and the knife slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor, missing my big toe by a hair. The beanstalk was now the circumference of a thirty-year-old oak tree. I craned my neck in an attempt to see the top of the monster plant, but it had vanished into the low cloud ceiling. I was either in the process of completely losing my mind or this truly was magic.

I turned the burner down under the stew and hurried back outside to check things out. Jack’s Adirondack chair was vacant. I glanced around the yard. “Jack?”

I peeked into the shed. “Jack? Are you in here?”

I scratched my head and chewed my lip. “Where the heck did he go?”

I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “JACK! Where are you?”

A distant voice on the breeze—Jack’s—responded from somewhere far above me.

“I’m just checking things out up here, Ida. Don’t you come up though. You might slip and fall. Just yell when supper’s ready and I’ll come right back down!”

Frowning, I reached out and touched a finger to the stalk. It was soft as velvet, but solid as granite. I looked up, hoping to see Jack, but my eyesight wasn’t sharp enough to locate the precise spot where the stalk had pierced the clouds. I backed up a step, frightened suddenly at the magnitude of the strange events that had taken place over the past twenty-four hours. Perhaps Jack really would find our fortune up there.

My curiosity finally won out over Jack’s orders to stay on the ground. I wiped my damp hands on my apron, took a deep breath and raised my foot to the first vine. The creepers that wound around the trunk were thick and sturdy—spaced as closely as the rungs of a ladder. I wasn’t as nimble as I used to be, but for some reason, I found myself climbing the plant with the buoyancy of my youth. Before long, I was ascending that baby as swiftly as a mountain goat in the Rockies. I even began to whistle a tune as I climbed.

As I made my way through the clouds, I wanted to shout, “Pinch me—am I dreaming?”

They may look like fluffy cotton balls from the ground, but they certainly aren’t so soft and cuddly when you’re climbing through them. I cursed as the heavy mist drenched my new pants.

At last, my head broke through the clouds to behold blue skies and lemony sunshine that drenched the emerald grounds of a palatial, breathtakingly beautiful mansion. And…

There was my Jack, his big belly propped atop his crossed bird legs as he lounged like a king on a mound of royal blue velvet cushions beside an Olympic-sized pool. The pool was filled with what appeared to be beer, a solid gold fountain in the middle spouting a sudsy amber geyser. In one fist, he clutched a crystal mug of ale, in the other, a fat Cuban cigar.

A twittering harem of diaphanously garbed floozies were clustered around him, some feeding him nachos and cheese, others fanning him with peacock feathers and palm fronds.

Across the way, a hockey game (with the Toronto Maple Leafs winning by a landslide) blared on a widescreen TV as big as a Boeing 747, while nearby, in a gem-encrusted gazebo, Jack’s poker cronies were hunched around a marble table that overflowed with gold coins. They were playing cards, draining suds, and basking in the attention of another flock of “I Dream Of Jeannie” wannabes.

I was SO stupefied… SO stunned… SO flabbergasted… I wouldn’t have been surprised had a clap of thunder and a lightning bolt erupted from my mouth once I was able to open it. Instead, it was my voice that burst forth, “Jack?! You slimy, bottom-feeding son of a…”

“Oh crap! Ida! What the hell are you doing up here? Oh crap!” Jack leapt up from the cushions, guilty as a politician defending his expense account. I couldn’t hold back an incredulous guffaw as I took in the tight white suit he was wearing—straight from the seventies—the jacket unbuttoned to display that his once beast-like chest had been shaved clean and adorned with ropes of gold chains.

“What the hell is this at the top of your stupid magic plant, Jack? A new sequel to Saturday Night Fever?”

I turned to glare at his cronies. They looked like a shoal of fish—eyes popping, mouths gaping open. The tarts hovering around them had become a frozen tableau, all eyeballing me curiously.

“And you! You gang of…” Oh, they weren’t worth my breath. I spun around to redirect my glare at the genies that huddled around Jack.

“You know what? You can have him! He’s all yours!”

I lowered a foot back onto a vine to begin my descent. Jack’s mouth was working but no sound was forthcoming.

“And you know what, girls? Jack-and-his-beanstalk, my ass! It’s more like a sprout!”

I descended as swiftly as I’d climbed until my feet hit the solid ground of our backyard. The anger boiling under my skin was the force that propelled me to the shed, where I dug out an axe and proceeded to chop down that blasted beanstalk… and Jack out of my life, once and for all. I have to admit—I was none too upset when it finally crashed down on top of Morris Dwick’s double-wide.

Once I was done, I pitched the axe back into the shed, slapped the dirt off my hands and felt some of my fury begin to dissipate. Stepping out of the shed, I paused a moment to rub my eyes. The fallen beanstalk had completely vanished (although it had left behind a huge crater in Dwick’s roof—heh heh).

I peered skyward for a few calming moments. Then I did a sprightly little two-step before heading back to my house for a heaping bowl of stew.

***

This being a fairy tale—Ida proceeded to live happily ever after, of course!

THE END.

 

ALTERNATE ENDING #2:

Once I was done, I stomped to the shed, pitched the axe back inside, slapped the dirt off my hands and felt my fury begin to dissipate.

Turning back toward my work, I halted and rubbed my eyes. The fallen beanstalk had completely vanished (although it had left a huge crater in Dwick’s roof—heh heh).

I crouched to get a closer look at the patch of earth where a massive beanstalk had existed only moments ago. It was now nothing more than a freshly turned patch of earth. Astonishing? Not really.

I straightened up and stretched languidly, raising my eyes skyward. The thick cloud cover had dissipated to reveal a limitless stretch of sun-washed, robin’s-egg blue.

I stood for a moment, my smile a radiant tribute to this picture of transcendence.

Prompted by the grumble of my appetite, I blew a kiss to the wind and turned toward the house, ready for a yummy bowl of stew on this, my first day of Happily Ever After.

THE END.

 

ALTERNATE ENDING #3:

Once I was done, I stomped to the shed, pitched the axe back inside, slapped the dirt off my hands and felt my fury begin to dissipate.

Turning back toward my work, I halted and rubbed my eyes. The fallen beanstalk had completely vanished (although it had left a huge crater in Dwick’s roof—heh heh).

I crouched to get a closer look at the patch of earth where a massive beanstalk had existed only moments ago. It was now nothing more than a freshly turned patch of earth. I peered a little closer… Perhaps there wassomething there.

Kneeling, I brushed at the earth then clawed at it with my fingernails. I scrambled into the shed, grabbed a spade and began to dig.

I struck it at the exact moment the sun sank beneath the horizon and the first evening star appeared.

***

Fast-forward one year…

I’m sipping the world’s finest champagne as I gaze out over the sparkling Mediterranean Sea from the yacht that serves as one of my vacation homes. Stinker II is curled up on my lap, dolled up in the most precious little custom-made cummerbund and bow tie. A team will soon arrive by shuttle to do my hair, nails and makeup for the dinner party I am hosting tonight in honor of my new best friend, His Royal Highness. Donatella is also arriving shortly with a gown she designed just for me. A nip here, a tuck there—I’m a whole new woman.

Good fortune and my wildest dreams fulfilled… I’m on top of the world thanks to the endless fountain of black gold I struck right in my own backyard. And thanks to a few magic seeds that provided me with the means to chop away a bad chapter of my life.

***

Of course, this being a fairy tale, Ida—or rather Princess Ida (as is her new destiny)—lives happily ever after with a real prince.

THE END

 

Toronto Zoo day!

Zoo members were allowed to visit the zoo by booking specific times online, and we had an appointment to go on Monday afternoon. I was so excited to finally see the new baby giraffe, and she was just as beautiful in person as in her online pictures! (She is now seven feet tall at only a couple of months old.)

The zoo made it so easy to visit safely–you had to wear a mask to go inside the African pavilion, which was the only one open, and there was a zoo staff member at every entrance to open the door for you so there was no need to touch anything. By making appointments, there were fewer people at a time, so easier to stay apart from others.

I have to call out that the zoo was 100% efficient in maintaining a safe process for visitors. What a great place!

Happy Canada Day from Otis!

Otis says Happy Canada Day to all …

Stay healthy, stay safe, have fun!

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