Well, I’ve made it back and I’ve finally mustered up enough energy to blog. I didn’t knit a single stitch while I was on vacation, and in all honesty, it was kind of nice taking a break from knitting. Almost as if knitting was somehow partially responsible for some levels of stress in my life… No, that doesn’t make sense; I never stress out when I knit. Or do I?
Well no matter. I am back and since I am now being drowned by the responsibilities of a grown up again (working, paying bills, talking to people), I must begin supplementing it with a wee bit of knitting. Because as you know, grown up life is not complete without knitting and using the word “wee”.
Guess what I got in the mail when I came home?
Oh, you didn’t actually think that I would, but I did. I bought some yarn from Sweet Georgia Yarns. After my post about yarn snobbery, I paced the house for a couple of hours debating purchasing said yarn. I consulted my sister, J, the little man inside my head and I kept checking the website to make sure that the availability of the yarn didn’t change in the last five minutes. I finally decided that yes, I do deserve fancy yarn, and YES I WANT IT NOW!!! So I did what any sane person would do: I purchased two skeins in a completely different yarn weight and in a different colorway. At the last minute I decided I wanted Merino Silk DK in goldmine. It’s so beautiful and soft. I looked at J, clapping my hands enthusiastically and said, “Now I have something to knit!” And then my jaw dropped, my eyes widened as I realized….oh, your beanie. Damn. Well I felt like a total inconsiderate jackass. We got a good laugh out of how ridiculous my face looked.
On the subject of my trip: I did everything I set out to do: I ate amazing food (steak, pizza, pasta, empanadas), drank delicious wine, hung out on the beach and worked on my tan. It was a great break from everything. There’s really too much to relate in this little blog space. Hopefully pictures will suffice; although I still haven’t sorted through all of the pictures (fingers crossed that it will happen soon). But I will leave you with this:
This little, seemingly innocent, scoop of ice cream spurred a two week long binge and a lifelong addiction of Dulce de Leche. Forget everything you know about caramel. I’m having some serious withdrawals, folks. Enough to even try making it myself.