The more experienced I get at flying back and forth between California and Paris, the more affected by jetlag I end up; I have been home nearly a week but the physical energy required to knit, or to take photos of my knitting, never mind write and post to the blog, eluded me until today.
This was a family, friends, task-oriented trip and I don't have much to show for it. (I did have some out-of-this-world chocolates, of course, but my sweet-toothed daughters took care of that, presto.)
It had been balmy in the Bay Area when I left home, so I had quite an adjustment to make to the cold weather in Paris.
Witness: a semi-frozen pool in the Tuileries garden which obviously took seagulls by surprise.
And a brief, gorgeous snow day that transformed the neighborhood park
But I ran out of yarn, so I cast on for yet another lacy scarf. This is my second version of Anne Hanson's Gale stole, only this time in scarf-width.
The yarn is "alpaga de La Droguerie", bought in Paris a zillion years ago. I don't even remember how much of it I have in the stash, since la Droguerie sells its yarns by weight and doesn't label them. It looks as though I have enough for a short-ish scarf at any rate, and since I have decided that I make my scarves way too long as a rule, this is probably a good thing.
The alpaca is not quite as soft as I would like, but I am hoping that a soak in Eucalan will help. Since this is my second time knitting this pattern, I know that the very strong bias caused by the stitch pattern will be corrected when I block the finished scarf.
And now I am off to Stitches West, which will feel like a thrilling and exhausting marathon if I don't emerge from jetlag by tomorrow. But so worth it! I have signed up for way too many classes. I finished my homework this morning (knitting homework -- got to do it right!) and now I need to assemble all the tools, supplies and yarns needed in class. This feels nearly as exciting as the day before returning to school -- a day which should have a proper noun to express it in English just like in French. La Rentree des classes: smooth, shiny new notebooks, a brand new eraser, a new box of ten sharpened color pencils, all neatly packed in the heavy leather satchels of my childhood. I can still smell their perfect rubbery newness.
For Stitches West, one class also requires pencils -- check! and graph paper -- check! Calculator: hmm. Better go hunting now for that one. Calculators are often required for knitting classes but I don't remember using mine much.
Some items make the whole enterprise sound like a treasure hunt. Lily Chin has asked us to bring, if possible, an issue of Vogue Knitting published after 1984 but before 1991. I am intrigued,
but ready. It appears I was already a nerdy knitter back in the days between 1984 and 1991.