Wouldn't It Be Loverly?

All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

-- Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady


I often feel like Eliza.

Without the flowers. Or Cockney accent. Or Victorian street urchin couture.

But I understand the sentiment.

All I want is a really awesome local yarn shop (LYS).

That's not to say that my current LYS isn't a really nice place. It is. And the ladies there are really awesome about helping me out, or making suggestions or offering assistance. They will special order. They have all the current 'stuff' you might see in a knitting magazine. It's a really nice knitting shop.

When we were vacationing at the beach, I went into town and found a LYS that was a good bit closer to my vibe. Wild Fibre carried the yarns you might expect, but they also carried a large assortment of organic yarns, as well as spinning fibers (woo!). The fact that they sell to SCAD students (who are almost notoriously in-your-face cutting edge) may have a lot to do with the inventory. But, it makes me bemoan the fact I can't find something similar in my area.

While we ventured up into the mountains, I though, "Hey, it's an arts and crafts area. Lots of local craftspeople are there. There is bound to be a really cool yarn/fiber store."

If there is one, I haven't found it.

I have several packages waiting for me when I return home. I bought some fiber and yarn off of Esty, and I'll have plenty to keep me busy, not to mention keeping up with the Mystery Shawl. However, buying online doesn't have the same sensory satisfaction that buying from a shop does. There's something almost mystical about touching and choosing the fibers, knowing it will become something functional and beautiful (eventually).

Me and Eliza.

Wouldn't it be loverly?