Friday, January 13, 2006

Knicking Needles (or Traveler's Blues)

I lost a pair of addi turbos circs to the Dublin security check. To a woman no less. There should have been some sort of sisterhood, crafty sympathy there, eh?

I know, I know, we go over this at least once a week in the KnitList and every 2nd blog comments on it. But I've been traveling inside Europe, to Canada and USA and back and never (repeat NEVER) even had a blink from security. When I left from Munich they picked my bag out and I said "oh, it's just knitting needles" to which they shrugged and waved me on.
Then Ciara's bag got pulled out of the line in Dublin due to a flashlight and it wasn't until they searched it that they removed the needles from her poncho in progress. I explained to the lady how much I fly with needles and she said "not through Dublin you haven't" I mentioned I'd only been through 4 times with needles and was on the threshhold of saying "and you just scanned through my backpack which contains half my collection!" until I realized I'd better quit while I was ahead. God forbid she check my bag.

So, have we all learned our lesson now??? When traveling: leaving the freakin flashlights at home!

:)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Friday, January 06, 2006

Portumna Forest Park



Killary Harbour and Kylemore Abby





Ireland's only Fjord is in Killary Harbour. It's a shame we were out there on a bank holiday because they had a wool musuem. One of those living museum things where they demonstrate carding, spinning and weaving. Truth is, I can show the kids that stuff any day of the week at home, but it would have been cool for them to see the whole sheep-to-shirt process.

I wanted to steal the Sweeney's hotel sign for Mum. I mean, everyone knows she's just a boarding house for us to visit and gorge on comfort food and back scratches from the master, I just figured we ought to make it official, hehe.

Mullingar and Gort

Dinner at Owen's and Caroline's.













Visiting the cemetary and round tower in Gort with Craig.