Who Packs a Hat?

Not this one. I packed knitting. I would like to wear my silly hat yet while traveling. Of course, I was working diligently on socks. This is a break from the socks which are nearing heel number two.

Meanwhile: Dublin! Just outside This is Knit, having cake and coffee at the Pepper Pot just outside it. Looks outdoors but is in a glass roofed courtyard.

I am tired, so the storytelling urge is feeble. Being here and having time to have cake and cappuccino and knit and post so? Not feeble at all.

This is grand, far as I see it. Of course, I packed yarn rather than a hat. Consider the source.