My girls are looking forward to ten days of canned ravioli suppers, movies, and fun with Dad, while I am off in Italy, attending the Mosaic Art School. They’ll have a good time. So will I.
My serious packing time has been devoted to deciding what projects to carry on the plane. The red paper poncho will go. See the white shett of paper in the photo? Those are my shawl instructions. I hope I can remember what these notes mean.
Just in case my circular needle doesn’t pass through security, I’m bringing natural dyed wool, which was a gift from my friend Helen Neale. If I can’t knit, I’ll do a little chopstick spinning.
For back up entertainment, Charles gave me part of my birthday present: a stack of Perry Mason novels. “Take several to read on the plane!” he said. I took three. “Take more! You’ll have a lot of time at the airport,” he said. If I have them, I will read them, so I said, “Charles, I don’t want to spend all my time reading.” He probably never thought he would hear those words tumble from my lips.
So off to the land of mosaics, fabulous Italian yarns, and cutting edge knitting design. If I can’t post from my hotel, I’ll see you all at the end of the month. Ciao for now!