Ah! Home sweet home! San Antonio was nice, but it's not much fun being a tourist on your own and it's hard to do touristy things when it hotter than hell outside 24 hours a day.
The interviews went well. I had a total of four of them when all was said and done. I had two lined up when I went down on Tuesday and set up two more while I was down there. Good lord, I am interviewed out!!!
Housing scouting was well--meh. Most of the houses I liked had already been rented out so I just checked out a couple of mediocre townhomes. Nothing to write home about. I really want a backyard for Chunky to be able to frolick around in.
So here's the touristy shit--
Me in front of the Alamo:
That's about all the touristy stuff I did there. I checked out the library (downtown). Sadly they've got about just as many knitting books as Lansing has. But for an hour in the lovely library A/C I read a great book about the Swedish Bohus Stickning knitwear cottage industry.
Between interviews I of course had to hit:
The Yarn Barn!
Check out my haul:
Ok, yes, not THAT much, but I didn't have much room to bring stuff back with me. I scored a really purpley skein (100gs) of Sockotta, a hank of Berroco Cotton Twist--that they balled for me at the store (!!!), and Fiber Trends seashore shawl pattern (it came in the page protector like that--how cool!)
I love the color of the Cotton Twist:
I think this may become a Dream Swatch
in the future.
On Saturday after I checked out of my hotel, I had a few hours to kill. I found an open air mall near the airport. They had a Half Price Books
there. What a cool store! I bought an old copy of a book called The Book of Knitting and Crochet
. I don't have any stitch dictionaries, and while it may be no Walker, look what I found inside the book:
That's an old 80's-ish looking skein wrapper, half of a letter from what I'm assuming was the woman who owned the book's daughter talking about potty-training her son and giving her and her husband's sweater measurements, a picture of three old people at a Halloween party, a photocopy of a dishcloth pattern, and then the coolest thing: a vintage Reynolds mohair sweater pattern. It appears to have come from a knitting kit, but honestly it's not a really ugly sweater. Well aside from being yellow and made of mohair. Ha ha! The book and everything the person who owned it before me left in there cost me a mere $5.98. Score!
The moral of that story--before you donate a book, check it for stuff you've stuck in there! This isn't the first time I've found stuff in used books. The most notable I think was a copy of In Cold Blood
I bought that came complete with a snapshot of a guy firing a pistol on a beach somewhere. Given the subject matter of the book, I was a little creeped out by that picture.
Overall it was a good trip. I've got a better feel for the city and by the last day I was more comfortable driving around without worry of getting too lost. But it's good to be home with The Mad Scientist and Chunky again!