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A New LYS

Yes, we finally have a yarn store in my town! Woo-hoo! (For those wanting to know: 11th & Francis; west side; next to the Bernina's store.) I popped in for just a moment today. They're still unpacking but I love her taste in yarn and it looks like it's going to be excellent. Finally...I can stop daydreaming about opening a shop myself (which, truth be told, would be a disaster.)

I have finished the heel and gusset on the second sock of the pair for my oldest son. He wears size 10 1/2, so these are BIG socks. I also finished the back of the Everyday Cardigan, and am ready to do the neckline and shoulder shaping on the first front piece.

Longtime readers will recall that I cleaned one shelf of my closet a while back, and devoted it to knitting supplies. Well, today I cleaned out the rest of that closet. Oh my goodness. I had three large trash bags full of stuff that I declared to be JUNK.

One item was an afghan that my grandma crocheted for me. As I hear you all gasping in horror, please let me explain: (1) It was made from acrylic yarn and was extremely pill-y. (2) It was made ca. 1979 in those garish 70's colors. (3) The cats I had 20 years ago had chewed holes all along one edge. (4) I called my mom for reassurance, and she said that if I wasn't feeling nostalgic about it, no one else would either. So away it went! I'm still feeling that twinge of guilt, but it was only going to continue to live in a closet for the rest of its life anyway. And I have many other more special things from Grandma that are near and dear to my heart.

As I was putting the closet back together after taking everything out, I noted that I have extreme stash satisfaction at the moment. I have three sweater projects waiting in there, enough sock yarn to last a year, some baby yarn and a pillow project (it came with my Rowan subscription.) Thus I was able to walk into the new LYS without any spending urges.

Comments

Thanks for the heads up about the new yarn place. And good job for getting rid of stuff that has turned into junk. The afghan had its day, and that day is done. We can play taps, salute, and send it into a happy sunset of memories :-)

Posted by: Patricia Tryon at March 31, 2004 10:24 PM