Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Notes from the addiction clinic

Me: So, I went to this yarn shop after work called Needleworks.
Ken: The crack house.
Me: I found it pretty intimidating. There's like three or four rooms full of yarn of all kinds, hand dyed, hand spun, regular stuff, sparkly, really bulky, super thin. You name it, it's there. What was cool, though, was there were three people sitting around a table knitting--
Ken: Sniffing cords.
Me: Um, sure. What I found interesting, though, was that there was a guy there. I'm guessing he was in his sixties. He wore a Cubs t-shirt and knitted with three double-pointed needles.
Ken: Huh. So anyone really can be an addict.


The trip was good: despite my intimidation, I scored the yarn and instructions for a Gryiffindor scarf. I don't know if I'll use the pattern--it seems a little more advanced than my skill level--but the colors are spot-on. Can't wait to knit it.

7 comments:

Jodi Meadows said...

Ooooh, sounds like a lovely place. I'd *love* to go to a store like that. Mine are all kind of small. :(

Kelly Swails said...

Apparently there are two in my area; Needleworks claims to be the best in the state (which I sort of doubt, seeing as how we have Chicago and all) and I've yet to check out the other one. Next time you're in my neck of the woods--you know, for when you're published and the publisher sends you on a Massive Book Tour--we'll go and yarn shop.

Sean M. Murphy said...

You can stop any time... right?

Kelly Swails said...

Absolutely. I just need to finish this row ...

Sean M. Murphy said...

Funny, though, how Needleworks would be a great name for a crack house, too...

Innuendo said...

^ LMFAO at above comment

Sean M. Murphy said...

Personally, I'm hooked on the number 12 needles. They really open a vein, man...