I'm writing this from Goa. No, really. Having not been on holiday for quite some time (and not to a beach for years) it's quite surreal to be on another continent, swimming in the sea and enjoying a climate that has absolutely no use for woolens.
It's beautiful here, but not really a place for knitting. I brought a couple of small projects, but there's no getting away from the fact that sand, salt and copious quantities of sunscreen are not a good combination with any kind of yarn. On the plus side, I'm doing lots of reading instead (I'm currently enjoying The Secret Scriptures).
So something of a break from the handmade. But sometimes it's good to step back, do other things, enjoy the company of good friends, knowing that the knitting isn't going anywhere.
Normal service will resume in a couple of weeks but, for now, the sea is calling....
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you've actually found a sentence where the phrase "no place for woolens" actually sounds sane, sensible, and like a great idea :)
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