Because I wasn't really in a position to update the blog during the week, now I have the task of sorting through a mountain of experiences and impressions, and trying to produce something cogent from that.
I had hoped that being home for a day or so would help, but no ... still popping and fizzing and firing off random neurons.
total overload even though I didn't actually DO all that much.
so I'll start at the almost-end of the trip:
Beryl decided a while ago that she's not going to be doing much more knitting so her stash came home with me
Mind you, we did stalk, capture, and drag back to the cave, the pattern for a fabulous mitred jacket that a friend of hers was wearing on Wednesday, so I'm not sure that this "I'm-not-likely-to-knit-ever-again" thing is entirely true. Probably more of an "I'm-only-going-to-buy-yarn-one-project-at-a-time-and-not-have-a-wool-stash"
so here we have the Amazing Exploding Suitcase which weighed in at 19.8 kilos [ almost 44 pounds ] and a mere .2kg under the load limit.
Dragging this herniated behemoth along in my wake, with its piddly little wrist strap cutting off all feeling and circulation, has meant that I haven't picked up any knitting, crochet or quilting since I got home because I'm waiting for the feeling to return to my cramped left hand.
NOTE TO SELF: get one of those suitcases that have the extendable handle on the side rather than the top [ like overgrown carry-on luggage]
NOTE TO EVERYONE ELSE: yes, oh sharp eyed ones, that is a bag of novelty yarn right at the back there, but it's the super soft, smooshy kind intended for making chemo and/or alopecia hats