It’s so nice when vacation knitting works out to plan. I cast this on as I was leaving Vancouver and I should have and would have finished it on my return flight/train home if it were not for a formidable security agent at Charles de Gaulle, who repeated “forbidden” over and over, while I looked completely confused and then horrified that I’d have to sit through a 10.5 hour flight with no knitting.
But all is well! hah! I unscrewed my KnitPick needles tips from their cord, left them with her, lost not a stitch, squirmed and sighed heavily through the flight, bought some new KnitPick needles from my sister’s LYS (I was so excited to see that they carried KnitPicks!!) about a nanosecond after we deplaned, screwed them back on the cord, then carried on.
Other than that, it was such a delight to knit on this throughout Paris. I brought it along with me on our day’s touring and exploring all the different neighbourhoods, and it was perfect to knit a few rows while sipping our beverages of choice, at a sidewalk cafe, watching the Parisian life go by and spending time with my girls.
It was also a good time to secretly devise a plan to convince my husband that he would want to move to Paris with me. I think I got him on a return visit with moi; maybe the permanent move will require more planning.
The pattern is the Holden Shawlette and the yarn is Schoppel-Wolle Crazy Zauberball. How’s that for a mouthful? It’s crazy that it was perfect for the pattern, crazy that I didn’t change a single thing about the pattern (rare for me), crazy that I had just about a meter of yarn left over, and crazy that it’s cold enough back home that I could wear a wool shawl in May. Crazy!