The town we visited,
Rovereto, doesn't so much have yarn shops as Haberdasheries. A general handy-work shop, heavy with fabric, buttons, stitching arts like cross-stitch and that stuff they do with silk thread that looks so cool on pillows and wall hangings. The first yarn we found in a fabric shop. There was a small bookcase with wool and alpaca-wool skeins. Believe it or not, the 100% wool was softer than the alpaca mixes. I was delighted and bought some skeins for a hat, possibly baby jacket.
The next shop we found was button-heavy and had a lot of mohair (by a lot I mean 3 different kinds) and one color-way from
Regia. And the counter top had a huge basket of mixed colorways of this stuff. 100% wool, 200g skeins for 8Euro, super soft and screaming to come home with me. Who could say no? I think it wants to be a fiery, sassy sweater with a big, comfy (and totally squashy) turtle-neck.
The last store, we saw on our way to dinner one night and I pretended to go for a healthy little walk the next afternoon so I could check it out. First task was wading through the store's other wares (gorgeous leather purses, handbags and fabulous little hats and scarves, poor me!) to find fthe largest wool stash in
Rovereto. Seriously, he must have had like 2 whole bookcases of yarn!
First, the sock yarn, I had seen the evening before and immediately grabbed a couple for the obligatory stash enhancement (50% wool, 50% meraklon(??) 100g and 300meters - am thinking boot socks) :
The next caught my eye and wouldn't let me go. I think it's the first lace-weight I've seen in my life (that wasn't mohair). It is possibly the softest, squishiest, most delicate wool I've ever seen. 1500 meters, baby (and for some random, reason, matching lace-weight mohair)! That means I should be knitting something
lacey with it, no?
But I'm not exactly laden down with lace experience or books. This is where you, my dear friends, collective experience, knowledge and wisdom of many, come in.
If you were to recommend only one lace book to someone going for a 2 year stint on the International Space Station, which would you recommend???
I like this one better, when he's giving me the Come Hither, hehe.
An artsy fartsy shot of our hosts. Really, I didn't do this on purpose, it turns out my cell phone cam has some artistic talent of its own.
And one final Portrait of an Irishman on a Bridge in Verona.
Next an update on plumbing advancements in Italy. I'm sure everyone has heard of hole-in-the-floor toilets in Italy. A tourist's nightmare from decades past. You will be glad to know that I found normal toilets nearly everywhere I went. All restaurants, even gas stations and tourist attractions. When we scaled the mountain on Saturday for a 7 course dinner (can you imagine a first and second pasta course?) at a little hut on the peak, I expected the worse. I was a tad wary after I collected the key and wandered outside, down the hill to do my business in an outside dug-into-the-mountain loo. But low and behold, they were newly renovated, squeaky clean and had shiny new porcelain. Take a look at the shiny new porcelain and the integrated foot holds on Italy's new hole-in-the-floor toilets. I laughed so hard, I nearly peed my pants - good thing I was close to a hole in the floor. :)
Now that this post has gotten to photo heavy, I've got to push the yarn into another entry. God, I've turned a little appetizer into a sl*ty yarn-tease.
Friday we went walking/shopping through the older district of Rovereto. I found great yarn, but no yarn shops (explanation to follow). This is the gang sucking down red wine, eagerly awaiting arrival of our pizzas.
