Because we all know the real point of travel is snacks

You should probably go now.  This post is of absolutely no interest to anyone but me.  This post is possibly the most boring thing on the whole site.

But, I am constantly finding myself looking stuff up on my own blog, so I’m going to take shameless advantage of the ‘my party, my rules’ aspect of having one’s own website and make a quick list of the nifty restaurants we went to in San Francisco.  This really is just so we can remember the next time we’re out there or someone asks us where we liked.  Sorry for not being more entertaining, but you have been warned.

I’ll even provide a hideously cliched picture to round out the shame.  Next week there will be actual knitting, I promise!bridgeTacolicious: required by law to have both cocktails and the bread and chocolate dessert, you may even like it so much you buy their cookbook.

Woodfour Brewing: their sour beers will will console you in the face of horrible traffic.

Bull Valley Roadhouse: so good you’ll go twice (and very likely wish you could go yet again).

Farmer Brown: brunch, make reservations, do the buffet, and go now.

Bar Agricole: sit outside, because a restaurant with wool blankets is too neat not to enjoy.

Central Kitchen: where you needn’t make any pesky decisions, they’ll just bring you food.

Coqueta: you do have to make decisions here, but there are no wrong ones.

Flour + Water: another place where you can just say ‘feed me’ and sit back and relax (they also have a cookbook).

A16: rumor has it the one in Rockridge has the better cocktails, but I bet both are grand (oh and also cookbook).

The Commissary: surprise hit of the trip, dearly wish we could have gone back and had yet more sherry cocktails.

The Progress: overcame my natural resistance to late dinner to grudgingly accepted super late reservation, glad I did.


Oh yeah, I sort of bought some yarn while we were away.  Not too much (the soul of restraint, that’s me), but a bit.

DSC_1520First up, Tosh DK by Madelinetosh in the color Stargazing (which doesn’t show on their website, not sure if it’s a one off or discontinued).  It’s the brightest non-orange yarn in my stash and I will never in a million years be able to get an accurate reflection of the color of this yarn.  Let’s just say it’s blue enough it pretty much vibrates.  It is totally outside my normal gray with hints of green and beige color range, and I’m itching to do something fun with it.

I found the Tosh at Verb, and while I was there, I also picked up a skein of their Floating in Topological (that color is listed on their website, but the picture there is an olive green whereas my skein is much grayer with just the very slightest hint of sage).  I’m feeling the need for a lovely, slouchy hat, though there is enough yarn here that it could turn into socks if I change my mind.

A more likely candidate for socks is the Cricket by Anzula in Aspen that I picked up at ImagiKnit.  This has all the makings of a favorite fat sock yarn (80/20/10 content, nice and round, interesting color but will still show off stitches), and I have a feeling it may wander onto my needles fairly soon.

And of course, just to keep things from being too practical, I had to get one little indulgence skein.  The Sensai by Ito in the color Goat (total points for the color name by the way, that’s grand).  I haven’t the slightest idea what I’ll do with it, but it told me it simply had to follow me home, so I listened.

Admirable self control all around I think.  Now, let’s just see who gets on the needles first.  Do you guys think I’ll embrace the blue?  Or will it turn out to be a mistake?  And what is that fuzzy bit of business going to turn int?

More Indiscretion

When last I left you, it was Friday morning.  I’d visited A Verb for Keeping Warm the night before and just sort of casually mentioned that I was about to head out to another yarn shop later that morning.  The second yarn shop was ImagiKnit, and it was a delight.

Now, first things first, they had a wee stack of Curls sitting out on the table.  And I know it’s horribly tacky to admit it, but I confess that does always make me awfully happy to see that in a yarn shop.  I secretly suspect anyone else who writes books gets a little thrill when they see their work hanging out in shops, so I’ll try not to feel too bad about the little happy dance seeing them always causes.

DSC_1368But of course the real show stopper was the yarn.  Piles and piles of yarn, rooms full of the stuff!  If Verb was spare and streamlined, ImagiKnit was delightfully exuberant.

DSC_1374Those are actually pretty much my favorite ways to organize a yarn shop.  Either have only a tiny handful of lines and have them all be awesome, or have oodles and oodles of yarn and let me go on a treasure hunt.  I totally got to do both on this trip.

And yes, yes I did find treasures.  The yarn report will happen shortly, as soon as everything is out of the suitcase and I’m caught up enough on life to find my camera and computer again.  You’ll be proud, I actually bought yarn with colors (shocking, I know, but true).


You’ll have to forgive me.  I had all these grand plans.  While I was away I was going to take advantage of the pretty scenery to take oodles of sock pictures (seriously, I packed along socks in my carry on for maximum sock safety).  I was going to stumble across charming fiber animals (when I had my camera handy).  I was going to encounter nifty knitting-related stuff (also with camera to hand) in unexpected contexts and document it for you all.

But I haven’t.  Instead I’ve spent a fairly astonishing amount of time finding awesome restaurants, reading, just possibly napping, and generally relaxing.  Scandalous I know, but apparently necessary, as any time I tried to do something that looked more like what you might call work, I got hideously whiny and then stopped.

Though, in my defense, on the way to one of those awesome restaurants I did just happen to swing by a yarn shop.

DSC_1365Quite a lovely one at that.  Do you recognize it?  How about now?

DSC_1364Yup, that’s A Verb for Keeping Warm over in Oakland.  It’s not the biggest yarn shop in the world, but it does have one of the highest ‘I want that, and that, and yup, that one over there too’ ratings of any shop I’ve visited.  I swear about 95% of the yarn in that shop belongs in my stash.

And yes, yes I did happen to pick up a thing or two.  But I’m headed out to one more yarn shop this morning, and I want to see what happens to follow me home from there before I confess any more indiscretions.


One of the goals for the San Francisco trip was to get some photos of the current sock.  We tried going out and finding something with the bridge in the background (we’re tourists, we’re allowed), but it wasn’t quite working out.  So I stuffed the socks in my purse as we headed out on our last day in town.  We were going to Point Reyes for a bit of beach storming, and I thought there might possibly be the odd bit of pretty we could use for sock pictures.

Yup, that will do.

That too.

We stomped our way out to Kehoe beach (it’s only a bit over half a mile from the parking to the beach, but a good part of that half mile is hilly and on loose sand, which I always find searingly painful to walk on).  Rocks were clambered over, pants were soaked, sand was introduced to places not accustomed to its presence.  A good time was had by all, including the sock, who proved once again that wool is magic.  I was standing in sopping wet sand (as in, you could see a puddle around my footprint when I lifted my foot), but my feet were dry.  No idea how that works, but I’m impressed.  The sock is modestly pleased with himself and happy to have been of service.