I will begin by saying that the knitting retreat was truly lovely. It was a smaller group than the previous two retreats I was on, with 12 of us altogether. Melmerby Hall continues to be a beautiful spot for a retreat, and it is still true that a randomly selected group of knitters who are previously unknown to each other can manage to bond over four days of knitting and talking, eating, drinking, and laughing together.
This time I went in September expecting warmer weather, and we got that in spades. The week was super sunny and very warm. We all ended up sitting in the sunshine every afternoon, enjoying the unexpected blessing of a blast of late summer, and knitting in tee-shirts while piles of knitwear stayed firmly in our suitcases. This resort is a completely unstructured one, in which Carmen and company ply us with good breakfasts, mid-morning treats, wonderful lunches, afternoon tea, late afternoon drinks and amazing charcuterie boards, dinner around a big dining table, and then late night drinks and knitting. Are you sensing a theme? Add lots of yarn, and you have a nice thing going on.

Every morning, I took a long walk through the countryside, accompanied by dogs and knitters (a natural class, it seems). Once again, all of my photos feature walls.
I also spent some time on this bench, reading:
I took three knitting projects with me. My Pressed Flowers cardigan, which I took mostly to show off, and true to form, I showed it off and then put it back in its bag where it stayed the whole trip. I also too the Hor # 19 linen tee-shirt, and I did knit some of that. Mostly, however, I was knitting a shawl for Emma, trying hard to get it finished in time to gift it to her on her visit (spoiler alert).
I also bought yarn. I purchased four skeins of Fluff, a really great new fluffy yarn from Walcot Yarn and Les Garçons. It is not mohair, and so is incredibly soft and not itchy. These are the colours I bought:
They are destined to be a Bella Blocking. I have joined a KAL, again with Carmen at A Yarn Story, to knit this. (Alas, we have had three weekly meeting so far, and I have yet to cast on.)
I could rattle on and on about the retreat, but I have other things to report of a knitterly nature. When I returned home, Emma was here! She and her partner, Justin, had planned to spend a few weeks here, but they ended up coming early (and staying longer) because of a pilot’s strike at Air Canada, so they arrived while I was away. The trip was lovely but, once again, a family get-together was marred by all of us getting sick (I am getting rather cross about this unfortunate and repeating occurrence).
Instead of going into details of many lost days spent coughing and wheezing, I will move on to the main topic (and thus title) of this post. It turns out that when you visit your mom who is a knitter, you don’t need to bother about bringing any knitwear with you. And when a knitter gets visited by her daughter, she should be prepared for a raid on her shawl chest.
Below is Emma having a beer at the Angel Pub in Henley-on-Thames with Doug, wearing my own design, Cool Boots – Neutral shawl (blogged here).
Here she is at Kew Gardens, wearing my Highland Rogue Cowl, designed by Kate Davies (and blogged here):
Here she is in London with me, wearing my Match & Move Shawl, designed by Martina Behm (and blogged here):
Here she is on the back garden wearing my Soumak Scarf Wrap, designed by Lisa Richardson (and blogged here).
Emma has been campaigning hard for me to gift her the Soumak ever since I finished knitting it in 2015. Dear readers, she has persevered. The Soumak went home with her!
In every photo I have of Emma this trip, she is wearing a hand-knitted shawl. Here is one with Justin:
Not only did Emma manage to thoroughly raid my shawl chest during her visit, but (as foreshadowed above) I have been labouring away to finish knitting a new shawl for her in time to send it back with her. I finished it just before midnight on Saturday night, and then washed and blocked it, and miraculously it was dry and around her neck when she left on Monday morning. I will tell you all about it and show you photos in the next post.
The only thing lovelier than having a chest full of hand-knitted knitwear, is having daughters come home and raid it!