On the first of October this year I got married to the lovely W, after being together for about five years, (give or take a couple of weeks.)
We have spent the last two weeks on our honeymoon in Italy – a place we’d been saying we were going to visit for about the last four years. We had a great time exploring Rome, Venice and then arrived in Florence, where I promised myself I’d go check out a wool shop I’d found recommented while hunting around online:
(hey look! It’s me, as snapped by W, choosing wool. And what a selection…)
So this is what I bought:
Clockwise from the top:
Camel coloured camel wool, except on the back of the label it says ‘one hump camel’, which is a dromedary. but now I’m just being a geek. This is probably the softest wool I’ve ever bought, and is destined to be arm warmers for when I go biking. <3<3
Plum coloured extra fine merino which is again, very very soft, and I think I’m going to make into socks, possibly as a christmas present.
Raspberry coloured merino/silk/cashmir mix which (can you spot the theme…) is omg!soft. Again these are probably going to be socks since I love knitting socks, and they only take a couple of balls or so to complete.
and…
Teal coloured Alpaca which are all warm and lovely. These need to be made into lace socks, again for christmas, though I might cave and keep them for myself.
While I was choosing away W was either stroking the camel wool (‘if you do nothing else you HAVE to buy the camel…’ <3 and snapping photos out the back of the shop where there is a little terrace that looks over the River Arno.
Beatrice (who is LOVELY) pointed out how good he was being – usually guys end up shooing themselves out, at which point I mentioned that he was being extra good because a) I knit him socks, and b) because we’re on our honeymoon. At which point there was hugging and kissing and:
FREE WOOL! which, as she pointed out, would make a great scarf (‘but for you!’) which is exactly what I’m going to do. (I’m thinking something drop-stitchy.)
I came out feeling utter bliss, and spend most of the next couple of days periodically jumping up and down going ‘I’ve got wool! I’ve got wool!)
*grins*
So if you are ever in Florence then I can’t recommend Beatrice highly enough.
Also: Hi!