Someone on the forum asked for recommendations for New York City yarn shops. We are so all over this.
Hannah had her first lesson in knitting and purling today. She sent me some photos, and I’d post one if I could figure out how. She’s making a scarf* out of this gorgeous amber-butterscotch yarn that I would kill for. And I tried once, as southdowner and b_twin_1 can attest.** I dunno . . . no, no, I’m still better off practising on CHEAP yarn and leg warmers and hellhound blankets for a while longer. Better. Off. BETTER.***
Hannah’s new mentor, who is a mega-demon knitter with faultless qualifications, upon inquiry, suggests the following Manhattan yarneries. Annotations are your editor’s own:
The Oldest Yarn Store in Manhattan, and there’s a BLOKE on the opening page.
. . . which is also owned by the woman responsible for:
Dyed and gone to heaven yarn
Kill meeeeeeeee. I adore merino. And look at all those COLOURS.
Broadway in the low 80s, upstairs: ‘you don’t see the store from the street but I think it’s right next door to that Laytner’s’
Sigh. Well, I’m not hurrying. I couldn’t knit the freller anyway.
Oh whimper. WANT.
I’m not asking if any of these people ship overseas. Am. Not.
. . . But what do you suppose this is like to knit? . . . Arrgh. Wait a minute. It doesn’t have its own page. Click on ‘yarns’, and then on ‘artyarns’, and then on ‘artyarns pearled and beaded’. Want. But how does it knit?
Okay, finally, a web site that you can’t browse and make yourself miserable. Yaaay. Sniff.
Hannah also her own self went to:
. . . http://www.knittycity.com/store/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=388 More artyarn. This one glitters. Okay, I wonder if artyarns has a UK outlet . . . back, back, thou tempter! Back, I say!
http://www.knittycity.com/store/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=361 The individual colours don’t seem to have their own pages, but it doesn’t matter. I want all of them.
Apparently I have to go to France for artyarn. And not the near end of France either. Oh, wait . . .
http://www.yarnbox.co.uk/cgi-bin/trolleyed_public.cgi?action=showprod_BMSH1S Rats. Well, I’m broke. What a very good thing I’m broke.
ANYWAY. Hannah says Knitty City were very nice to her and even though the shop was full—including a men’s class—someone took time to help her pick out her (unnecessarily beautiful) yarn.
. . . OH GODS I’M SO HOMESICK I COULD DIE. No, no, I can get into plenty of woolly trouble in the UK. And have. And will continue to do so. But I love New York—you will have observed that I plonked New Thing’s heroine there, and even if I did instantly snatch her out again, still, she’s a native New Yorker and that won’t go away. †
It’s not touring SHADOWS or PEG II (or III) that’s going to get me back on an airplane, it’s the prospect of cruising Manhattan yarn shops with Hannah. Now all I need is an Extreme Dog Minder. Meanwhile . . .
Only a few rows to go. And fewer than that too, because I’ve knitted about four more waiting for stuff to load tonight. The old mews laptop has been in a bad mood ever since Word took it down with violence the other night. One of the best things about knitting is the low technology requirement.
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*Please tell me someone else out there started with something that wasn’t a scarf. Clearly I don’t get it about scarves.
** Southdowner had just better not wear that jumper anywhere in my vicinity.
*** Just until I don’t have to make my leg warmers double-length any more. Because I need them to squunch down excessively around my ankles to hide all the errors.
† And if anyone is wondering if I’m forgetting my roots, I don’t really have roots: the curse of the military brat. I call myself from Maine because I spent more years there than anywhere else^. But my best friend lives in New York. As well as my publisher. And my agent. And the Nur ad Din room at the Metropolitan Museum. And the Metropolitan Opera.
^ Although Hampshire, England has now surpassed this record. I realise this with a shock.
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