05/30/2026
This morning started with a heart squeeze.
I was in a guest room when I found these lovely hand knit slippers, gifted by a guest. Today would have been my grandmother’s 97th birthday.
I didn’t post about it, but we lost her shortly after Christmas. If you’ve ever stayed here, you’ve probably heard me talk about her. She lived a short walk from the inn and for eight years I was able to drop in regularly for a visit - something I will be forever grateful for. You may have also noticed her photo as a teenager (secretly) tucked into our hotel newspaper.
My grandmother (Mémé Pris, as we all called her) taught me how to knit. We spent hours together knitting socks, counting stitches… most times chatting, always laughing.
Finding these slippers this morning, on this day of all days, felt like something. Thank you, Josie, for this thoughtful, wonderful gift. I’m wearing them now (very handy since it’s apparently still winter in Nova Scotia).
The world can break your heart. But the Universe has a way of showing up to heal it.