Okay, so where was I? Other than TheMiddleOfNowhere? I think I'd been talking about Mt Lawley S'n'B's Secret Santa, and what a great bunch of people those knitters are...
The Secret Santa Party was a big highlight of my trip, because as well as seeing all my favourite knitters, eating fantastic food, and getting the aforementioned Jo Sharp Alpaca Kid Lustre (which is what it turned out to be- those holes in my brain kinda had me stuck on alpaca... oooh, alpaca...), I was also given a pasta machine by our ever-gracious host, SpiderKnit.
The pasta machine and I have bonded, to the extent that I have put on two kilos since coming back from Christmas festivities. Jeez! You're supposed to put weight on during Christmas, not after it. I have discovered the true joy of flour, eggs and salt- also that my plans of taking photos of the pasta-making process are not as simple as you'd think, unless you happen to be an octopus. (Note: I am not an octopus). Besides, taking photos would slow down my pasta-churning abilities, and nothing should get in the way of me stuffing my face.
As I always do when I visit my old hometown, I stopped in at my favourite former scuttling-ground: Crossways Wool & Fabrics. I have been to many yarn stores in all parts of the globe* and this one is still my favourite. I know some people think it's disorganised and cluttered, but to me, well... it's kind of like my bedroom: I know where everything is.
* Except uh... Asia, Africa and America. Fine! I have been to many Australian and British yarn stores, and a few European and Canadian ones.
They've given up helping me look for yarns, because in their words "you probably know the stock better than we do". I notice when they move stock. I notice when some careless customer has put yarn back on the wrong shelf. I notice when they get new stuff in... and this last one is dangerous. Behold, my latest purchase, the most expensive yarn, per skein, that I have ever bought- Filatura Di Crosa 'Superior'. Cashmere and silk lace weight. Oh god. I have to wear a pelican bib when I knit with it, because the consequences are too grim to imagine otherwise. I keep coming back to the gorgeous Grannie Smith cardigan, but I'm not sure whether it would look a bit matronly on me. Any advice?
In other exciting news, tomorrow I am going to a SlightlyLargerTown which is also SlightlyLessInTheMiddleOfNowhere. Huzzah! Apparently they have a craft shop. I am leaving my credit cards at home, as a precaution.
Coming up next time: City Slicker Cat Becomes Oil Slicker Cat... and how not to give a cat a bath.

