this chickadee is back from bavaria with tales to tell of bier and all of its curious cola combinations. but first a tale of woe from the final day of travel...the day that the security personel at the munich airport said "nein" to the knitting needles packed in my carry-on. the needles that had already passed happily through u.s. airport security and accompanied me in cramped conditions on the way east. the ones that were full of stitches from two different projects. the stitches that had been lovingly slipped, knit and purled over serval days. the same stitches that were ripped off and left to fend for themselves when their companions were confiscated.
knitters out there know that there is no better way to while away the airborne hours than to pack a ball of yarn and some sticks no sharper than your average ball point pen. travel with this calming cocktail of fiber and implement is certainly tricky. cleared in one airport, contraband in another. what's a poor purler to do, but to try to pick up the dropped stitches and pick up where you left off. or in some cases, bid "auf wiedersehen" to hours upon hours of lace knitting and start anew.
here's the one that was salvaged. finished up post-flight with some spare needles and a cargo load luck. it is another version of the lovely ishbel scarf from ysolda teague. knit with yarn from local crafter woolarina, a super lucious blend of merino and cashmere. there wasn't quite enough in one skein to finish off the scarf, so i stopped short and used just a bit of malabrigo worsted to bind-off.
as for its freund, it may be many moons before we see her again...