Knitting keeps my hands busy and my heart happy and anxiety knitting yields some fast results. When my friend Amanda over at Geektastic Fibers asked me to test-knit a new colorway for her brand, I jumped at the opportunity. I first knit with Amanda's yarn over the winter holidays with one feverish session on a sockhead hat as we drove to a Christmas Market in Colmar, FranceRead More
January is winding down and it's time I share the final installment for this month's theme. If you've been around all month you'll remember that the theme is Bonjour, which is one of the ways that the French say "hello"! January is a wonderful month for hellos. Hello to a new year, hello to new resolutions, hello to longer days and lower temps. Our family celebrated a wonderful hello last January when we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world. This year for her first birthday we decided to skip the party and go to Paris to celebrate instead! How we're going to top a birthday in Paris, I don't know. We may have peaked too soon.
For our trip I so wanted baby G to wear a mama-made beret. I used this pattern from tangled with some beautiful wool my mother-in-law dyed and size 3 DPNs. Well, apparently I made some errors in my measurements...and perhaps in gauge as well because the hat fits me and practically swallows baby G! Ah well, mama has a new hat it seems. Though I think the fit will be much better suited to a child so perhaps it will find it's way to G as she gets older. Either way this hat kept my head nice and toasty during our three very chilly days in Paris. We romped about and saw many beautiful old buildings, ate delicious crepes from a street vendor, had the best chocolate macaron I have ever tasted, and gorged ourselves on baguettes. It was a wonderful trip. Our favorite souvenirs came from one of the oldest Parisian flea markets. Let me show you!
A little green letter holder which adds such a perfect piece of charm to our entry way; a gray beret; a ring and necklace costume jewelry set from the 20s, the ring unfortunately did not survive more than a day and it looks like I'm now in search of a good jeweler; a little rosy-cheeked-girl figurine for baby G's room; and the piece de resistance, a beautiful painting of the Seine from the 30s, signed by the painter.
These little souvenirs are daily reminders of our French adventure. I'll remember getting lost on our way to Clingincourt, buying the wrong Metro tickets, eating fromage crepes outside the Opera, and seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time. I'll remember G being cranky on our river cruise on the Seine and teaching her to kiss. The fashion in Paris is unforgettable and the language sang in my ears. I feel amazingly lucky to have had the opportunity to visit such an iconic city, practice my French, and to share that experience with my family.