I've started editing our holiday photos and when they're done, I'll write about our holiday. It was great but somewhat intense and I think I'm still processing it. Or recovering from it. As well as recovering from my third major (as in requiring time off work) cold for the season. I suspect I'll be counselled in terms of my attendance when I return to work. Oh, yay me.
While we were away I didn't read one book and hardly saw any election coverage. In between much family time and lazing in the sun and being driven along sunny freeways I knitted. A beret. This beret. Even though I wasn't sure that I can wear a beret successfully. Swatched and cast on during the flight up. Not the ideal plane knitting, but it meant that once I arrived and some time for knitting appeared, I was ready to go. I love this beret - the pattern is great, and now I understand something about beret construction. It's also really warm, something I thought I might not need until next winter. Yeah right. On the way home, I started swatching for a hat for Grace. I'm using this pattern, but without the stripes because she liked the look of yarn held together better. For some reason I couldn't cast this on during the flight, I kept trying to do the very stretchy cast on but couldn't get it to sit right. But I did enjoy the play of light from the airplane window of the red and pink wool against my new black and white knitting bag from my sister. I wish I'd taken a photo but we were jammed in tight and I couldn't easily get to my camera.
I voted before we left Queensland at an interstate polling place, which was separate from where the locals vote. Which was inconvenient, but whatever. As it turned out, I probably would have made it to the local one but I didn't want to run the risk of missing out. On the plane I sat next to someone who went to school with Julia Gillard's partner and we gossiped and talked politics and she looked strangely at my knitting. Re-entry to Melbourne was a shock, particularly the Tiger arrivals area which after a long cold walk turns out to be an even colder tin shed. Ugh.
We ordered pizza and chicken salad and stayed up to watch the election coverage and I alternated between cautious optimism and a sense of impending doom. Then the doom set in. Only to be lightened next day by the greenslide and the possibility that Mr Rabbit might not have won either. Grace is quite disappointed that Julia Gillard has not won and I explained it like something this - the team that wins by having the most elected players, well they get to choose the leader but we still don't know which team has won and it's so close that the teams might have to try and convince people not on their team to join them. I think she got it. This morning as I lay in bed (dreading calling work) she was getting G to chant Julia Gillard with her - kind of as a wish/prayer/barracking. However, although the soap opera of Australia politics is all very interesting at the moment, I do not feel particularly optimistic for the longer term. I suspect that once one of the teams wins, then all niceness will be off.
As well as her new interest in Australian politics, Grace is also learning the language of knitting. She talked to me the other day about my stitches! And made serious comments about two different swatches. She has also claimed the light blue mohair I salvaged from an opshop jumper. And is adamant, despite my suggestions of jumpers, vests and no-sleeved dresses that I knit her a blanket. Because it will be very soft and snuggly. So that may well be my next project. It was my second go at salvaging wool and it went pretty well, although I would only do mohair again if it is a fairly loose knit. My first salvage was some grey wool but I didn't undo the sides very well and it's very bitty. Maybe it will be the basis of a crochet stripe blanket I have in mind. For a double bed. Yikes.
In other knitting news, I completed a baby hat for a new arrival due very soon and took some slightly disturbing photos of my vest (now with white spot cloned out). And I will model the beret once my face has lost the sinus puff because I think one the big the joys of ravelry (and oh aren't there many) is seeing what garments look like on real people. Oh man, I love knitting. I wish I could say the same for politics.