i am officially in mourning over the loss of the best little yarn shop in the whole wide world.
it was the best because it was here.
because it was full of color and texture and wegman's ultimate chocolate cake.
because where else could you discuss the finer points of suspending a 20-foot knit christmas stocking from a 40-foot coal tower at 4 o'clock in the morning.
because chris and joan said so.
because of train knitting and knit graffiti and 40 scarves hung from telephone poles in a blizzard.
because it was as wild as it was wooly.
because the only thing standing between you and a giant wall of blue sky alpaca was a giant white dog named bailey.
because there wasn't a speck of red heart or lion brand in the place.
it was the best because of lucinda.
and she made us feel like it was all ours.
this emptiness feels like a giant mothhole in my heart.