... yeah - that just doesn't have the same ring as Sweet Home, Chicago.
But, it is good to be home. My flight ended up being delayed an hour and I was in Toronto by 9 p.m. In the effort to save a little money, I didn't arrange for a limo to pick me up from the airport, but instead hopped a GO bus, then a cab from the GO station. I didn't get in until about 11:30 p.m. (I started travelling at 2 p.m!) It was a long day, and I was very happy to see my bed. And my baby!
But back to the trip. I know you're dying to what treasures I got. As a dyer, it's really hard for me to buy yarn, because so much of what I like, I can make myself. But I managed to find a few things at Loopy Yarns.\
I did bring home some sock yarn though
While at the airport, I had some time to shop as well. I picked up a t-shirt for Dad and a little something for Dave... and a little something for me.
Now I've got a roast in so it's ready when Dave gets home from work, and it's time to put my feet up and knit. Maybe with my new sock yarn....