My husband and I both know that I have a problem. It’s apparent when my entire day at work is filled with the excited statement “He’s taking me yarn shopping” followed by a giddy, school-girl giggle. However, I insist that it is only an addiction if someone admits that it’s a problem – and there is no way I’ll be doing that anytime soon.
Before the end of the work day, a coworker made my husband’s life even worse by spilling the beans there was a very small knitting shop on the south side of the city. “WHA!?!?!?!” How in God’s creation did that fact elude me? My coworker informed me that yes – it was a little more expensive but his wife just loved the yarn from there. Well – I believe I would just have to make that sacrifice. Someone has to, right?
So we go. When my coworker said it was a very small knitting shop, he excluded the fact that it pretty much looks like a brick woodshed. The building is VERY small and in a rather odd location. But, ya know what – that’s ok – because when I opened the front door, the warm air wooshed by me, and behold – it was like a scene from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. I felt my hair blow back from my face – all I saw were walls and walls of yarn. I felt like I was standing still and the walls of yarn were building upon themselves, leading back to a never-ending hall of goodies. I’m pretty sure my poor husband saw my eyes glaze over and gave a loud, “oh God we are going to be broke by the end of the month” kinda sigh. It was his distress or the children running by me like they were entering a candy shop that shook me, allowing me to enter my Winter Wonderland.
The store was going to close shortly (odd Friday and Saturday hours… hmph), but that was ok. The lady said she had a few things to take care of and I should feel free to look around. Usually I would just say it was ok and back out, giving her her space – but not now. Oh no. I was going in. I didn’t know where to start… left, right, back, front, high low…. my sense of touch was on overload. I had no idea such wonderful yarns existed in this podunk, midwest city.
I did end up making a small purchase and a promise to myself that I will return soon (or maybe I was rubbing the yarn and giving it reassurance it would be ok.. could go either way). I purchased 2 skeins of Encore burgundy yarn (pictured above) and an afghan hook – I am going to give Tunisian Crochet a bit of a whirl. The yarn is for a hat for my husband (justifying addiction again through giving to others).