A coworker just wandered by and asked if I was talking to myself or to her; the funny thing was that I didn't realize I was talking at all and I have no idea what I might have been jabbering to myself about. There are plenty of options, and most I tend to think, would be rather embarrassing this morning.
Suffice to say, I'm tired. I attended two fabulous weddings in 24 hours. I broke my camera, ate Florabama frickles, hurled over the side of a boat (multiple times and not due to the frickles...or at least not entirely), caught a 25+ pound fish in between rolling bouts of nausea and cold sweats, fell on my butt, got bumped off my 6am flight, ate great food, ate crappy food, learned how to properly cleanse a cat's ruptured anal glands and obviously never managed to do my homework.
I slept two hours night before last, less the night before that and got in about 4.5 hours of sleep last night before our sick little Emma had an "accident" on the bed and got us up for a sunrise laundry session.
So since we have a lot of ground to cover, let's start in the luxury section. I promise we'll get to ruptured anal glands soon, I know you're just fraught with anticipation.
Let's begin with the yarn (please note that I first typed "yearn" right there - can you tell I'm missing my knitting time?)
My poor little yarn-lusting heart broke the other week ago when Ben and I went on our to visit Salt Lake City. My absolute favorite yarn store out there - Soul Spun Yarn - was gone. Gone! Just like the dear New York City yarn shops that have fallen recently, my yarn-away-from-home favorite is no more.
I adored that little shop. I loved the way the yarn was sorted by color ~ a spin around the store felt like a romp over the rainbow! I loved the friendly employees. It was my temporary LYC when I visited Ben's family.
On a recommendation, I tried to find a replacement shop in the area. I visited Blazing Needles, a cute little store run out of a house.
Unfortunately, it was one of the most alienating yarn stores I've ever entered. It kind of looked like a private house, so it felt weird to just open the door and go in, but we did. Ben and I rambled through the halls. The place was busy. The local knitting circle seemed to be in full swing, and man, were they loud! They blocked access to all of the yarn in one of the rooms and got huffy when I tried to scoot past to eye some sock yarn.
The woman working behind the counter barely glanced as us ~ during our entire 10 minute walk through, she appeared to be engrossed in conversation with someone, and not about a knitting pattern either. Ben and I felt like awkward interlopers, wandering through hallways, poking into rooms that might or might not be private. I felt as though we were being ignored and watched at the same time, and not at all in a good way.
I left without buying yarn.
I know! That never happens! And I totally craved a couple of skeins of their lovely sea-silk, too, but I just...couldn't. We've lost too many good yarn stores recently. I need to support yarn stores that deserve my support, the ones that treat customers, even out-of-town occasional customers, with respect and attention. Maybe my visit was an anomaly, maybe they were really busy that day or something. But I doubt I'll swing by on my next visit to SLC.
However, this past weekend I found myself in Fort Walton Beach for a wedding. With school and travel and work and such, I didn't have time to do any advanced research for yarn shops in the area, but lo! look what I saw as we drove down the street:
Unwind: The Yarn Shop! The needles caught my eye as we meandered down the strip (and you've got to love the palm trees reflected in the glass, especially if you are shivering up north now like I am). I screeched and Ben slipped our rental car over to the side as I hurtled myself toward the door.
And, people, this place is what a yarn shop should be. The lovely woman working there that day welcomed us and hung around (without being overbearing) to answer any questions - and I had a million, because the store displayed an amazing selection of knitted sample projects! Seriously, I am about to go que up a year's worth of knitting on Ravelry after seeing the fun stuff hanging from the walls.
I indulged myself a little.