On my second day in Seattle, I went on a stroll through Pike Place Market and chanced upon Laura from Croshay Design (here she is on Ravelry). She sells wonderful crocheted hats (and as I know now, you might be happy to have a woolen hat at hand in Seattle, in June!). I’ve known her from Ravelry for a while, so it’s fun to meet a “real” person. DH was quite impressed that somebody in the market knew who I was.

Speaking of crochet, I actually saw a couple of people crocheting in public while I was in Seattle, I can only remember one single time I’ve seen someone doing it in France.

For the last couple of years, since we have kids really, we rented holidays homes like those you can find on Gîtes de France.
I think all of them, or at least most of them, had some crochet in the form of doilies. Even though I am personally no fan of doilies, I always found that they added some cosiness to the place. Here’s one of those we found this last holiday near Bayeux.
And don’t get me wrong, I love to see those, and I can totally appreciate every minute of work and the craftsmanship that went into it. It’s just that I wouldn’t know what to do with a doily in my own house.

Two more pictures from my holiday. Once, on a kind of “old times” market (they had everything from medieval stuff to 70ies cars), I spotted this red crochet shawl. It wasn’t the only one around, but this one I got to take a picture of. Later I saw a woman selling knitted doilies. When I looked at them, she told me “those are knitted, not crochet!”. I know, I said, but I am not sure she believed me.

Deux autres photos de mes vacances. Une fois, sur un marché (fête du terroir), j’ai vu ce châle au crochet. Il y en avait d’autres, mais celui-ci j’ai pu prendre en photo. Un peu plus tard, je suis passée devant le stand d’une dame qui vendait des napperons en dentelle tricotée. Quand j’ai regardé, elle me dit : ce n’est pas du crochet, madame, c’est du tricot ! Je vois ça, j’ai répondu, mais je ne suis pas sure qu’elle m’a cru.

Noch zwei Bilder aus dem Urlaub. Wir waren auf so einer Art Markt „wie’s früher war“ (Ich sag das so allgemein, denn es gab dort alles vom Getreide dräschen wie im Mittelalter bis hin zu 70er Jahre Autos.) Jedenfalls sah ich dort einige Häkeltücher, und das rote hier habe ich schnell fotografieren können. Etwas später kam ich an einem Stand vorbei, an dem eine ältere Dame diese Strickdeckchen verkaufte. „Die sind gestrickt, nicht gehäkelt!“ rief sie mir zu. „Ja, das sehe ich.“ Aber ich bin mir nicht sicher, dass sie mir das geglaubt hat.