There are many kinds of knitting memories. There are the knits you remember giving because you loved the person for whom you knit it. Like this sweater, long since felted by a careless caregiver for my mother:
And then there are the knits that you knit with special yarn that you got from a special place. This yarn came from a trip to Black Mountain, North Carolina, and knit for an appreciative friend:
And then there are knits that will help you remember a special trip by the design itself. Last week I was reminded of my trip to Paris by a knit that appeared on the Mason-Dixon website (which you should totally check out), and had to knit immediately, it is called the Eiffel Towel.
That trip a year ago was a trip of a lifetime. It was a lot of fun, I got to see amazing sites, and eat incredible food. And one thing I didn’t know ahead of time was how close my hotel room would be to the Eiffel Tower, nor that it would flash and sparkle at night.
Now, it feels like a long time ago – I’m in a different city and at a different job. But I can see the memories in my head and now in my kitchen!