I don't even have to look any more. These days, I suspect the yarn finds me.
We're just driving down the road and Shazam! - there, not six blocks from our house, sits a yarn shop. This one was extra quirky, located inside a mattress store. So if you exhaust yourself with yarn-sniffing and knitting, you can take a break on a pillow-top, I suppose.
We managed to arrive about three minutes before closing time, but the nice proprietor kept the doors open for us to take a look around.
Yarn shopping...it doesn't take me that long anyway. I can drag it out for hours, or grab-and-go.
Gee, what a surprise! A fresh crop of sock yarn!
This little tidbit really has me happy.