I'm cruising along on my "little work of art" last night and it suddenly dawns on me that I haven't been working the cable part of the cable & rib pattern since I started working the heel. I guess I'm just not happy unless I have screwed up cables to fix or forgotten cables to cross, even if it's a little sock! I had to rip down and cross six cables altogether; I think that one of them is off by a row, but I didn't lose any sleep over it.
There's been road construction on the corner(s) by work ever since the snow melted, so I've been taking alternate routes on my way home from work. Occasionally, I make sure the route goes past my LYS -- the one that was recently sold and where I did my part in the inventory reduction sale. One day last week, I noticed furnishings in the parking area and the window display has changed (it's so simple and cute, just hanks of yarn half-hitched over a suspended rod). After closing down the farmer's market with my mom on Saturday (we lunched on the last batch of samoosas from one of the vendors), she was willing to "drive by." It looked so different -- the change in the window, none of the usual stuff on the door (not even an open sign) -- that I just had to stop. OMG, it is SO different inside, so NICE!
I like treasure hunting as much as the next fiber freak, and the previous owner knew her stuff and was usually very nice and very helpful, but this LYS was kind of out of control. It's no fun when the merchandise is crowded and there isn't enough room to see everything, when balls of yarn on the top shelves are raining on your head as you see what's on the bottom, not to mention the ones your butt is displacing behind you because the aisle isn't wide enough (and it ain't my butt!). It's also no fun when everywhere you look there are bags and boxes full of yarn -- is it new, special order, for sale, what am I missing??
I know the inventory reduction helped -- a lot of fiber has been removed from that shop -- but it is such a different feeling. Same building (formerly a small house) and many of the same fixtures, but with space. You can breathe and actually see stuff; it feels welcoming and relaxing. I can't wait to go back! My mom has knit a little over the years (she was my first teacher!), but it's been a very long time. She was drawn to the felted bag samples (numerous) and would like to try her hand at a "boiled wool" bag this fall. Hee.