The Yarn is Packed

One of the frustrating periods when moving house is that time when everything is about to be packed or just packed or in transit so that you can't get your hands on anything. I thought it was clever to fill up the tops of book boxes with fiber and yarn – good use of space without making the box too heavy. But then along came a stunning sock pattern that I would have loved to cast on at once. Ack! No yarn. It's all packed.

Of course I could always purchase more yarn. My new place is a short WALK from a huge and utterly delightful yarn shop. I strolled over there the day after receiving the keys to the apartment (priorities, you know) and walked right into a Habu Textiles trunk show. Although I had my camera along, I was too overwhelmed to use it. Lots of oooh's and aaaah's, but no pictures.

Moving is a pain, and leaving the island will be a bit painful too, but it's time to return to civilization. I will be just as close to the ocean as before (those tall white things in the pic above are the masts of sailboats in the marina), but facing west instead of east. And in the interim I will probably not be a terribly good citizen of blogland. My new, but thankfully temporary, hobby involves packing boxes, transporting boxes to the barge, arranging transport of boxes across the water on the barge, picking up boxes from the barge, and unpacking boxes. With just an occasional foray into the purchase of new items for the new residence. Normal life should resume in a few weeks.