Finding ourselves in the northern suburbs of Melbourne the other day, the beau and I tracked down a few shops we hadn’t visited before. My choice was Artisan Books. Oh. My. I could spend a LOT of money there.
I bought these:
One which is beautiful and inspiring, and the other which is amusing and educational. I’m eyeing the lemon gum out the front of our neighbour’s house with renewed interest. And I have an even stronger itch to knit fair isle – more ambitious full sized fair isle garments.
I also learned that two books I’ve been itching to get – the Yarn Harlot’s latest and Cat Bordhi’s sock one – were on order. I so made arrangements for the manager to ring when they arrived, and told the beau to find a few more northernish Melbourne photography shops to put on his list.