Let’s talk about what I said at the end of my last post. Brimming with hope about all I had accomplished that morning and excited for a long plane ride full of knitting, I wrote about how I’d like to come home with a finished object or two. And then the crafty fates just laughed and laughed.

I got on the plane for San Jose on Saturday afternoon and knit on my Fairyhill until we landed. I knit and knit and knit and got so much done! Well over half of the border finished. It was a nice flight, but I was pretty tired by the time I made it to the hotel. I had some supper in the hotel bar and went to bed.

Tired or not, because I’m always on east coast time, I woke up at 5:15 a.m. on Sunday morning. I called my mom to wish her a happy mother’s day and we talked for a little while. I then settled in for a nice little knit and some coffee. I managed to finish the first sock tube of Joshua’s socks, just in time to get ready for work. On my way out the door, Kevin called to wish me a happy mother’s day and I talked to Joshua, too.

Someone is going to have to weave all of that in. Someone.

While I wanted to get a bunch of knitting done, I also wanted to check out the local area around my hotel. I had heard of some great bars with great food, which is right up my alley. On Sunday, I went to Original Gravity Public House. They are a craft beer joint with great housemade sausages. I had supper and took a pint back to the hotel to enjoy with my knitting.

After work on Monday, I came back to my room and thought I’d cast on my next revival socks. I literally knit three rows before my stomach was rumbling so I put the teeny cuff away. I decided to check out Paper Plane. I love making old school cocktails at home, but seldom find a place to order them out. This bar was just the ticket. I described the kind of cocktail I like, gin and citrusy, and Christian whipped something up for me:

They didn’t have much of a selection.

The Last Word

I could go on and on about this cocktail. I’m planning to make it for Kevin and a friend of mine this weekend. I probably will go on and on about it then, wink wink.

I got back to the hotel, got things ready for the next day and settled in for a little shawl knit. Now by this time, it was all of 10 p.m. but I was so very sleepy. It takes me days and days to get used to another time zone, so I was all out of whack. I knit one row and was nodding off over the shawl, so I just went to bed.

As I went through my last day at the convention center and finally flew back home, I developed a pretty nasty cold. I think I’ve probably knit all of about 100 stitches in that time. I don’t remember the last time I felt too sick to knit. My year of making compelled me to try and put the effort in, but the sneezing and wheezing made me put the needles down half a row in each day.

Now I’m home and still feeling pretty awful. I pulled out my shawl this evening and noticed that something seemed off. It seems that what I knit while falling asleep and while sick did not go so well. So I tinked back and we’re ready to move forward again. This is the status of the shawl and the revival socks:

Yep, not much there.

I didn’t get nearly all the knitting done that I had hoped on this trip. As much as I travel for work, you might think I would learn that I don’t actually get that much free time. At least this time I had a great cocktail.

YoM day 133: Sewing, shawl knitting

YoM day 134: Sock knitting

YoM day 135: Shawl knitting

YoM day 136: Sick barely sock knitting

YoM day 137: Sick barely shawl and sock knitting

YoM day 138: Sick barely shawl tinking

Happy making.