Hunting the wild Muskoka

Hubby, with his own two hands, built me this beautiful knitting chair. I dream of the days when I can fully embrace my career as a knitwear designer. I will not cry over the lose of my "island jobs". Just imagine hours and hours of knitting, writing and dreaming.
This will be my view.
Happy knitting
until tomorrow when I present my lame excuse of "just where was I" and what about the "knitalong".