I am very serious about this, notice the FIVE exclamation points in the title. After taking a mini-break due to children being home on Easter break and the general business of life, I was prepared to share a post about the progress of my latest knitting projects.
Like my sKnitches socks. Done! I have a matching pair of socks for me!
Or my top down wrap cardigan. The sleeves are finished but the endless knitting the of body of the sweater is only noticeable in a parallel universe. Yeah, when I said that I had five more inches of length to knit on the body I didn't take into account that fact that I am tall (close to 5'11" without shoes) and need to knit a longer sweater. Oh joy.
What do you do when a yarn shop is going out of business? I liken it to a death in the family. Or to the car accident you can't help but slow down and take a look at. Well I've been to the 'viewing' THREE times now. I said my goodbyes in an appropriate stash-enhancing way and was prepared to move (knit) on. How many times can a person be expected to carefully sort through shelves of excellent yarn that is practically being given away? I am wrung out. Enough already. I said what I thought were my final goodbyes (and so did Mollie) last Friday, yes Good Friday, and I thought that was it.
Not quite.
The final, for good, official funeral is Wednesday and everything is at least 75% off. It's a Field of Dreams for knitters. Of course I will go. Of course I will be there waiting for the door to open. Of course I will not take the Anti-Knitter with me. I can't not go. Could you?
It's the least I can do.
To show my respects.
So glad to have been there for the last and final viewing. Drove by the store last evening. It appears the lights are off and the shelves are gone.
Write the obituary, my friend. Black arm bands (knitted of course) all around as the final show of respect.
Posted by: mollie | Friday, March 28, 2008 at 09:01 AM