What did Blogless Marsha and I forget when we went to the Seattle Knitting Expo last weekend? Why, knitting of course. What were we thinking? We knew we’d have a couple of hours to kill between a visit to the marketplace and our workshop. We made the best of it, though, and hand wound yarn Marsha bought so she could get right to knitting when we returned home.
I had never been to one of these knit junkie conferences before and this one won’t be the last. We were on a one day plan, but you could have been there for three days of yarny heaven. We chose a three hour class on how to knit and purl in Tunisian Crochet. More on that another time.
I took Amtrak down and the bus back. As we were crossing the border back, and going through customs, the officer saw that my declaration card indicated I had spent $195. He asked why I was in Seattle. I looked him right in the eye and said I was at the Knitting Expo. A stifled snort of laughter escaped his lips. Or did that sound come from his nose? He couldn’t contain himself, giving me the "now I’ve heard everything" look. I know better than to argue with customs officials, but my ‘I’m over 50 and I take no shit attitude’ slipped out. If Chuck had been present he would have given me a swift nudge to keep my mouth shut."Whatza matter," I snapped, "it’s good clean fun." He replied " And I suppose that $195 is a suitcase full of yarn." He pondered my fate in a pregnant pause and thankfully let me pass through the door without a potentially bus-missing search. About that suitcase? Wishin. This is all the yarn I bought, three skeins of amazingly coloured soft perle cotton:
Life's a Stitch 
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