Oia Vey

I spent the day today on the lovely island of Santorini. I visited the town of Oia, which, as you can see, has got some lovely architecture. As I shoveled out the 3 inches of snow from the driveway strolled around town I really enjoyed the smell of the sea air which was a nice change from the stale, still somewhat ghastly aroma of my own house. As I sit and watch even more of that stupid, cold, evil snow falling the seagulls wheeling around over the clear blue water of the Agean, I'm glad that I took the time to get away from all the hassles back at home, if only for a short while.

This afternoon I'm jetting up to the mainland to check out Thermopylae. That's the mountain pass where a teensey band of spunky Spartans held off a big bad bunch of Persians for a couple of days. I hear there's going to be a historical recreation of the big battle tonight.


I'm not sure what I thought when I was packing my knitting for this trip. I should have brought cotton or linen to make a nifty string beach bag, but for some reason I feel compelled to work on slippers. I mean the temperature here is a temperate 15F, 7F with the wind chill 60F. Somewhat cool, I grant you that, but much nicer than back home. I bet back home they're wearing long underwear, shirts, sweatshirts, and even scarves in the house today. Ha, I'm so lucky I'm traveling.

Slipper pattern: The Yarn Harlot's basic sock recipe from Knitting Rules with a creative twist from Cat Bordhi's book, New Pathways for Sock Knitters. See the gusset decreases there on the tops of my feet instead of the sides where they usually live? I've started another pair and I'm going to put them somewhere else, I haven't decided where yet, but Cat assures me they'll work anywhere.