Well, we are back.

Tokyo has already shrunk in my memory, kind of like an odd dream you have that you can only remember glimpses of. It is really nice to be home sometimes, but at other times, It is really hard. I don’t think I fully imagined how hard the reverse culture shock would be, it is all very confusing. There are the cuter parts of it that I anticipated, like listening in to other people’s conversations, and walking into a shop and knowing they will stock pants that I can pull up further than my knees, but other parts of it certainly are not cute or anticipated. The price hikes, the unsettling blend of familiarity and change, even the easiness of everything is oddly frustrating. Luckily, I love the house, and I love the town and I love my country.

The summer has been hot hot hot, and my sweaty fingers are drawn more to beer than knitting, but I do have a simple hoodie vest in luscious Avril Tweed on the go, the knitting for Agnes is done (though the news is not great, i think the fit is odd, whaddya know, it looks better on the flat chested model than the bountifully chested moi), and am knitting up a super cute, all-pink, hyper-femme Cisco for a gorgeous girl. Here is a scarf finished in Tokyo, it is far too long, but I love the colour, and I love the lacy crochet.

I have a new haircut, and a new colour, though it is hard to see in the pics. Not so hard to see is my wind-whipped pink skin, so tinted because yesterday I was enjoying the beautiful south coast, will post some pictures of that up some time soon.

And, as a special knitting related bonus, here are my knitted long ago and much beloved Noro Pocketbook slippers.