Road Trip
Monday is typically a day of rest for most yarn stores, which afforded me the luxury of a road trip to Woodstock with Theresa (a Yarn Central worker) and Celeste (a Yarn Central regular).
It speaks volumes that Theresa is willing and able to make a 90-minute trip to visit an other yarn shop -- given that she spends five or six days working in one. I never had the urge to check out other malls and other cosmetics counters on my days off, so it is hard to conprehend. Although, I understand what a strange affliction this knitting is, so on that level, I can understand that Theresa may not be able to fully survive a Day without Yarn.
We had grand plans to visit both yarn shops, the quilting shop, and the beading shop; however, that did not come to pass. Between an unusual amount of time pawing around at Woodstock Wool and lingering over falafel at Joshua's (the oldest restaurant in Woodstock), we had about ten minutes to zip through Rock City Yarn.
In spite of the time devoted to circling the yarns in Woodstock Wool, I came away with one stinking ball of yarn. GGH Stars. Normally, I am not drawn to novelty yarns or the skinny scarves that one knits with them, but there was something about the store sample that called out to me.
This exercise confirms my fear of novelty yarns. There is little (ok, maybe no) pleasure in this project. Basically, eye candy equals hand cramps.
It speaks volumes that Theresa is willing and able to make a 90-minute trip to visit an other yarn shop -- given that she spends five or six days working in one. I never had the urge to check out other malls and other cosmetics counters on my days off, so it is hard to conprehend. Although, I understand what a strange affliction this knitting is, so on that level, I can understand that Theresa may not be able to fully survive a Day without Yarn.
We had grand plans to visit both yarn shops, the quilting shop, and the beading shop; however, that did not come to pass. Between an unusual amount of time pawing around at Woodstock Wool and lingering over falafel at Joshua's (the oldest restaurant in Woodstock), we had about ten minutes to zip through Rock City Yarn.
In spite of the time devoted to circling the yarns in Woodstock Wool, I came away with one stinking ball of yarn. GGH Stars. Normally, I am not drawn to novelty yarns or the skinny scarves that one knits with them, but there was something about the store sample that called out to me.
This exercise confirms my fear of novelty yarns. There is little (ok, maybe no) pleasure in this project. Basically, eye candy equals hand cramps.
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