The silence around here has been for one big reason: I was on vacation. And it was lovely. I had several days at home (“staycation”), one of which happened to be either our fourth or first wedding anniversary (depending on who’s doing the counting). Then, I took off for Chicago. I got my bamboo dpns through security with no problem, and I did this on the flight from Burbank to Phoenix:
A toe in the very soft Artsygal Stripes.
I had about three hours between flights in Phoenix, which turned out to be a very good thing. I was booked on a different airline for the second leg of my flight. When I got off the little plane from California, the only monitors in the terminal were for my original airline, and I had no idea where to go. Eventually, someone told me I needed to be in Terminal 2. Since I didn’t know which terminal I was in, this wasn’t entirely helpful, but I went with it.
I had to go outside, get on a bus, ride to Terminal 2, go through Security again, and find my new gate. Bless the Airport Volunteer who warned me which bus would go to the Terminals and which bus went to the parking garages first.
And on the flight from Phoenix to Chicago, I did this:
A very simple improvised pattern for a toe-up 2×2 rib sock. At this point, I was about ready to turn the heel. Unfortunately, after two attempts to do a short-row heel without a bunch of little holes, I came home with a still-unturned sock. Since the Artsygal yarn is a little thinner than some of the other yarns I’ve used, I think I want to go down to size US1 needles and start over anyway.
When I arrived in Chicago, my sister was there to pick me up in her car. Ah, the joy of not having to take the Blue Line into the city. My sister just bought herself a 2-bedroom condo, so I even had a room to myself while staying with her. She’s so new to the building, her name hasn’t yet been added to the directory in the lobby. While waiting for her to park her car, though, I did notice this listing:
How would you like A Dumdum for a neighbor?
Actually, my sister’s neighbors seem perfectly pleasant. At least, the one we met in the elevator was.
My travelling sock accompanied me to the ALA Conference, where I caused a tiny stir by knitting in a signing line, but that’s a tale for another day.