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After eyeing the glorious Noro two-row striped scarves that have been sweeping the planet, and reading the Yarn Harlot’s breathless description of the process, I have succumbed.

Noro yumminess

Noro yumminess

Color 8 on the left and color 249 on the right.  The yarn store didn’t have a big selection, but I think these will work well. It’s intended for a guy, unless I can’t bear to give it away.

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It’s a real treat to see what colors match up as you slowly move from one section of each yarn ball to another.

Stripy goodness

Stripy goodness

In fact, it’s kind of compulsive.  Excuse me, I have some knitting to do. Happy Thanksgiving!

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When we were on the way back from Longview, we also stopped at the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge, where I saw this wooly bear crossing the path.  What do you think, will it be a cold winter?

Fur coat
Fur coat

When I was growing up, folklore I heard was that if the wooly bears have a nice thick coat, it’ll be cold; a mild winter if they are not so furry.  But according to Wikipedia it’s based on the length of the orange stripe in the middle.  Which to be all scientific, has no meaning at all, but it’s fun to think about.

Final pictures!  I took lots more, but don’t want to make you suffer from travelogue fatigue.

Look!

Look!

Look!  It’s the Eiffel Tower!

And finally, some fiber arts content:

Sock knitting is not so new

Circular knitting is not so new

The Musée d’Orsay very kindly lets you take pictures as long as you don’t use flash. This and the painting below are both by Millet, who painted quite a few scenes of women at work in the fiber arts.  I love her air of quiet concentration.

Multi-tasking

Multi-tasking

This shepherdess is giving her feet a break, yet still at work. Note the curious goat to the left.  Is it going to come over and butt her in the back, or nibble the fiber? Is she spinning wool, or goat hair? Does she know the knitter above?  So many questions  . . .

And finally, one last shop window.

Helpful sheep

Helpful sheep

This was a maternity shop, although none of the mannequins seemed to be knitting baby things.

Assorted shop windows . . .

Mmm . . . buttercream  . . .

Mmm . . . buttercream . . .

I do love a pastry shop!

Mmmm . . . mushrooms. . .

Mmmm . . . mushrooms. . .

Does anyone know what the pale tubers in the box to the right are? They looked crisp.

Mmm  . . . meat  . . .

Mmm . . . meat . . .

I don’t know if you have to pluck your own pheasant and pigeon, or if they do it for you.

Not edible!

Not edible!

Isn’t that purse an interesting use of multicolored amber?

Eiffel Tower

Eiffel Tower

At night, the Eiffel Tower is lit with vivid blue lights. Even at 9pm in November, there were long lines to ride the elevators up!

Ya want fries with that?

Ya want fries with that?

Across the street from the Eiffel Tower, there’s a small carousel and carnival-style food kiosk, with crepes, cotton candy, and yes, French fries.

Très chic

Très chic

If you go to Paris, everyone will be more stylish than you.  Just accept that and get over it.