Like a Harlot
Half a Ribby

At the Lounge


Look who I ran into at my fantastic new LYS: Greta, L-B, and the Wee C (OK, I brought her with me)! All of us sporting fine handknits, of course (even if I did have to wear Charlotte's Web with my Duke sweatshirt, for good b'ball tourney karma). I love this place the best of all! For starters, it's only a mile from my house, in my fave shopping locale, a long stretch of one-way street known as Carytown. Second, the merch: cool natural fibers, as her promo piece notes, with a listing that includes Blue Sky Alpacas, Interlacements, Jo Sharp, Manos, Noro, Rowan and a bunch of smaller producers ~ I bought some yummy extra chunky Ozark Handspun I neglected to photograph (but it'll be a scarf soon enough). And of course there are needles and tools and fabulous bags, plus these totally swell felts from a San Francisco artist:


And the books! Every publication you could want, really. I flipped through a few Rowan yarn-specific booklets I'd not seen, then bought that new Rebecca that's been catching many eyes ~ even though I swore off summer/cotton knitting seven months ago. Plus loads of individual patterns I didn't even pause to browse, kid in a candy store that I was. Have you gathered that no wall of novelty fluff distracts the eye? Wanna see the place? It'll knock your socks off (and there is some sock yarn, BTW), really. Her furniture, fixtures and displays are perfect. Here are the buttons, clipped to some old shutters or magnetized in what may be a contemporary spice rack:


And here's the long view, as Greta (plotting another Klaralund) checks out with Stewart, the lucky visionary who's brought this lovely lounge to us:


Speaking of lounging, I'll leave you with the place I want to be sitting for a spell sometime soon. The Yarn Lounge is open a little later on Thursdays, and I'm betting Stewart might not kick knitters out on the stroke of seven ~