Whilst packing for this, I decided, virtuously, to use this bag as my carry on:
My ex-boyfriend gave me this bag, and when he sent it, he didn't say, "Here's a small hiking backpack." He said, "I found you a good knitting bag for when you go kayaking." Dude understood.
Anyway, I was sure that this smaller bag would force me to pack less, as I tend to over-pack just a tad.
Turns out I was wrong. Instead, I became the uber-packer. I managed to add most of the following:
Some magazines (Hey, only two, okay? And they're both, er, educational...)
Lots of movies, books on tape and CDs (thank goodness for those DVD cases that hold three movies each!) because (again) who knows which movie I will feel like watching, and if I'm knitting, I'll have to have something to listen to, right? And yes, I know having an iPod would make my life easier. Let's not add to my iPod envy, okay?
Two sets of socks, one set almost finished, one set not yet begun.
And, um, one mystery knit project; just in case, you know? I doubt I'll need but, but...well, what if I do?? But I was good; I packed that one in the suitcase! The French version of Fred Vargas went to the case as well. I'm too keyed up to attempt to decipher French. That'll be a ride home challenge instead.
Two Stanleys of a flatish nature (Thing 3's and Thing 4's contribution to the chaos).
And most importantly:
Items to corrupt the uninitiated short people of the world. Plus patterns. I have no shame.
(In my defense, I could argue that this could actually be more for self-protection, you know. I've taken my knitting and crocheting to every class at which I've substituted and if they are kids between the ages of two and eight, they want to do it as well. Note to all: it has always, without exception, been the boys who were first to ask to be taught and who knitted or crocheted the most on whatever project I had in my hands. We have to talk to whoever is in charge of stereotypes.)
So, the blog and I will try to update you mid-trip if we can. Otherwise, see you next week!
1 comment:
Must be that engineering gene. It's always the boys in my school, too. Good luck and have a wonderful trip.
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