It’s a blessing, really
By Brianna on Feb 19, 2008 in Worth Noting, Talk, Yarn
If I lived within driving distance to Portland (PDX), I wouldn’t be able to resist visiting Yarnia. Repeatedly. All of you who are within driving distance are going to have to write up reviews, blog about your experiences, e-mail me photos so that I can drool and weep and moan about my life being meaningless without such a haven of yarn.
It’s like a friggin’ Choose-Your-Own-Adventure of yarn.
You are a brilliant young designer. You realize that the yarn in your stash, or even that in the stores you’ve visited, are not suitable for this design. Your Google-Fu and Mapquest skills direct you to a land where strands of fibers await your touch, your care, your genius.
Upon arriving, you open the door and find yourself facing three paths. You…
(A) veer left toward cones of varying wools in brilliant shades and delicious texture.
(B) continue straight ahead toward tables full of inspiring, pre-wound cones, and consigned crochet and knit pieces.
(C) veer right toward the aisles of alternative fibers, roving.
(D) make a full lap around, fall into a chair before you pass out from the awesomeness, and cry like a child on Christmas who has just received the pony they’ve asked Santa for the last three years.
