Some people collect miniature spoons, or porcelain thimbles when they go on vacation. Others collect magnets or key chains or tiny, personalized license plates.
I try my darnedest not to collect tschotchkes, but I still want something to remember my vacations by. So, I’ve started collecting something that I think you guys could get behind.
I try to buy a skein of vacation yarn whenever I go out of town for the last few years. At first I would just get a skein or two of whatever piqued my fancy. But now, after realizing I have a bunch of skeins vacation yarn in my stash that I’m probably never going to use for one reason or another, I have given myself Vacation Yarn Rules:
The yarn must be purchased at a local yarn store- no online stores, no big box stores that happen to be in the area. It’s gotta be something I can only get on location, or what’s the point? (Plus, it’s a great excuse to go find a new yarn store!)
The yarn must be spun, died, or both by a local yarn producer.
The yarn must be in a colorway that reminds me of the vacation. (This rule has a little more wiggle-room than the others… I can pretty much convince myself that whatever skein I find the prettiest is the one that most closely matches the location.)
One skein must be enough to make a complete project. This means that 95% of my Vacation Yarn ends up being sock yarn. But that’s great, because now I’ve got a bunch of pairs of Vacation Socks!
We just got back from a trip to Lake Tahoe, down in California (which is lovely by the way. I highly recommend going in October- It’s practically empty, the weather is perfect for taking long walks along the lake or sitting in the sun with a cup of tea and some knitting. And when the weather’s not perfect, it’s a great time to go inside and play board games with your buddies).
And, of course I got a skein of Vacation Yarn.
It’s from a very cute little shop in South Lake Tahoe, Knits and Knots Tahoe, and was hand dyed in the area. This sock yarn was dyed in a colorway called “Driftwood” and it’s a lovely brown-y olive, with little speckles of dark brown and a splash of bright leaf green. It really reminded me of the colors of the area- the soft brown of the dead pine needles that cover the ground under the massive pine trees, and the green of the little plants peeking through the forest floor.
I can’t wait until I have time to knit up my Lake Tahoe Socks!
Have I mentioned that I have the World’s Best Husband? Because I do. I really do. (Sorry, this post isn’t going to have a lot of knitting in it… oh well!)
So, my 30th birthday was this week (yep, I’m officially a grown-up now), and instead of going out to eat or having friends over or renting out the roller rink, my husband decided to do something flipping amazing for me. He planned a secret vacation!
All I knew going in was that we were heading out of town for about a week, and a few days before we left, he told me to pack for the beach (which was lucky, because I was 100% convinced that we were going to Portland).
I packed my bags, and made sure to bring plenty of knitting (because you never know), and we headed to the airport.
I didn’t take a picture of my face when he finally told me where we were going, but it was something like this:
Because we were going to Hawaii! Kauai, specifically. 5 days of beaches, snorkeling, tropical drinks and hiking in the rain forest. It was utterly delightful. And I didn’t even end up sunburnt! (As a super-pale Seattleite, this is a huge victory.)
And while sunbathing and swimming isn’t terribly conducive to knitting, I did get most of the way through my Diagonal Lace socks (two 6-hour-one-way flights) help with that! I’ve just got a little bit of cuff, some finishing and a quick blocking, and they’ll be done!
Phew! I just got back from a whirlwind trip to Sequim, a little coastal town on the Olympic Peninsula. It’s pronounced “Squim” (rhymes with “him) it’s as fun to say as it is to visit! We spent 4 days hiking on Hurricane Ridge, tide pooling on Rialto Beach, and eating delicious local seafood. Ollie spent his days barking at seagulls, running after seagulls, and trying to eat seagull poop.And what else did I do? Oh, right… knitting.
Lots of knitting!
In fact, between all time driving between natural wonders, and mornings watching flocks of birds fly up and down the beach, I made it three-quarters through a pair of lovely lace-y socks! (A Christmas present for a lucky someone!)
After all that relaxation, I’m ready for another vacation!