No yarn goodies yet, but my oh my.
I went on a yarn crawl with my daughter and my sister today. We started at Wild Fiber, in Santa Monica (the only
yarn store in my 3 year old nephew's opinion, he actually cried because he was getting left behind with daddy. This is because he has a hat fetish, I am sure and just loves trying on hats.) Megan had a cow when she got there and saw all of the fantastic things she had JUST SEEN the other day on the Martha Stewart show!!! Seriously, she practically wet her pants. When I pointed out Mel Clark, the shop's proprietor and co-author of Knit2Together, Megan was awestruck. She was amazed and terrified to speak to Mel in that, OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY ARE RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME WAY. It was cute and staggering because my baby's got a chatterbox inside her that never shuts down or takes a pause for air, especially around strangers. Mel was very nice and chatted with Megan and even signed the copy of Knit2Together to Megan, which was very awesome indeed. Megan drove home with the book on her lap--after she went through it page by page, describing all of the things in the book to us.
Then we were off to La Knitterie Parisienne, home of the Mother of Purl, Edith Eig. I have one word for this store. WOW. It's like a shock to the senses, I have been in bookstores like this one that have made me nearly pass out from a 'joygasm'... but wow. There was just so much yarn
. I mean holy cow! I wish I had brought my camera in. And Ms Eig helped Megan find a button on their enormous double sided wall of buttons. When I get finished with my Modesitt corset tank, I know where I'm going for the buttons.
That said, the labyrinthian layout of the stores, with the yarn piled high up to the ceiling, and the narrow walk ways between the display shelves very ended our little yarn crawl. Both me and my sister are heavy, so we felt very crowded. I was starting to get dizzy with a crushing sense of claustrophobia and if it weren't for the buttons and two balls of Noro Aurora I had in my hand, I may have run for the door. It started slowly, and at first I attributed it to just sensory overload. I meant it when I said there was just so much yarn.
But the longer we were in there the more I felt this dizzying need to be OUTSIDE. However, it could have been that it was Saturday afternoon and there was a boatload of customers inside. Also, another thing I didn't really care for was a complete and utter lack of pricing displays. almost nothing had a price listed on it, near it, around it, or in clear view.
As Brigitte said, it gave you a sense of the restaurants without prices-- if you need to ask, you shouldn't be here. How terribly gauche of you to inquire as to the price of that ball of yarn that's only got 63yards! (I am not sure that this is what they are going for, and overall I did like the selection and will totally
be going back for buttons.)
After that it was off to Unwind, which was a spacious and airy and alltogether delightful yarn store. They had the 1000 Motifs book I have been looking so hard for and not finding, a book on designing kidswear, which looks promising, some awesome yarns, and a really friendly, helpful staff. Plus they have a card, for every $10 or $20 (can't remember) you get a punch on your card and you get a discount or something when it's full; plus they give you a discount on your birthday. (mine's coming up you know.) I just loved the wide open airy feeling of the store, and their discounted yarn & pattern sections. :) Oh, yeah. They had an awesome scrumbled handbag that I really really liked.
And finally, our last stop was Stitch Cafe. Now, I have been going to Wild Fiber on a regular basis for a little over a year now, but I can see me frequenting Stitch Cafe alot more. First it's closer and I don't have to fight the 405 to get ther (yay!) Second it's just so... inviting! Third, it's really amazing. Wait till I post pictures. The staff was really cool and I can see myself getting into a ton of trouble with their WIP bags. :) I think I stomed on someone's toes. Another customer was knitting a sweater and when she came to the end of her one ball of yarn, she was at a loss for how to join the next ball. The clerk told her to leave the old yarn down(it was at the beginning of a row) and just start with the new yarn and NOT TO KNOT IT! And as if my mouth had a life of its own (this is embarassing) I said, "Is that wool? Will it felt? Because if it can you can spit felt/splice the two ends together seamlessly." I tried to explain it and when explaining failed, ended up showing it to this poor lady (gorgeous sweater btw--- too much ribbing for me, so I told her she was amazing and totally meant it. Anyone who knits a sweater with more than an inch of ribbing---especially all in ribbing---deserves a knitting valor medal or something.) But yeah, pretty soon I had spit slickened fingers toying with this poor stranger's yarn and rubbing it between my hands... and viola! it spliced and felted perfectly, and you can't tell when it's knitted in. I learned this from A Gathering of Lace, the rainbow shawl, shawl of my dreams... I want the yarn to make it badly, even though it's not very lacy.
I walked away with loads of yarn and a pretty green Stitch Cafe bag.
As I put my last round of purchases in my trunk, I gazed in completely relaxed awe at the manifestation of the day's activities. And that's when my sister asked me what size my pants were and told me they looked HUUUUUUUUGE on me, like you could hardly tell they were pants; and here I thought they were cute turqoise capris. *groan* I looked like a lunatic. Maybe not that bad, but definitly not my best. sigh. crazy knitter lady in horrible baggy clothing-- seriously I could almost hear "Send in the Clowns" when I looked at my picture on the little lcd screen after she took a pic to show me. LMAO
I had a great time! until we got to cocos. LMAO