Who was it who said that nature abhors a vacuum?
This morning, as I was still sighing over the closure of the only LYS within walking distance (vital for a one-car household), Rachel called up and said, "What do you know about a store called Fresh Purls?"
The short answer was "nothing", but as soon as she told me it was within walking distance (or something like that) I knew I had to check it out. I toddled over on the pretext of running some errands, browsed for a while, bought some sock yarn, did my errands, and went back in the store when I saw Rachel there on my way home. It turns out the store opened this past Monday, so it's not very surprising I hadn't seen it. I don't think Google had even picked up the store's website when I searched for it earlier, though it did turn up some mentions of the store's name.
So, things are looking up and the world seems to be resuming its natural state.
In UFO news, I'm up to the armholes on the front of the tank top. Pictures will follow once I take some.
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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Road trips and pocket change
Today several knitbloggers met at KnitWits in Westerly, RI, for a few fun hours of knitting, chatting, and yarn browsing. The group included Debby, Kristen, Lorraine, Rachel, and Sarah, and me, plus store owner Sarah C (when time permitted).
Bloggers and staff at KnitWits
I liked the store's yarn stock; they had several lines and kits that I don't remember seeing elsewhere, as well as a nice selection of needles and other accessories. I picked up a big ball of sock yarn and the holiday issue of Interweave Knits.
I had packed an extra pair of camera batteries in my purse, but forgot about them until the return trip. Rachel (who drove) and I were about 20 minutes out of Westerly when I thought, "Hm, something in my purse seems awfully warm." I quickly opened the outer pocket of my purse, rummaged about, and discovered that one of the batteries was far hotter than it had any right to be. Rachel and I looked at each other horrified, as images of headlines like "DEATH BY AA BATTERY...TWO WOMEN DOOMED TO BLOGGING FROM THE AFTERLIFE" flashed through our minds. We finally dropped the battery into a bag and tucked it under a coat on the back seat for the rest of the trip. Fortunately, by the time we reached Providence it was back to normal.
Several coins in the same pocket were also very warm, and we think that contact between the battery and coins had created a closed circuit, right there in my purse. Under other circumstances (in a lab, for example, rather than in a car on a highway) it would have been fascinating. I'm just glad nothing really bad happened.
Bloggers and staff at KnitWits
I liked the store's yarn stock; they had several lines and kits that I don't remember seeing elsewhere, as well as a nice selection of needles and other accessories. I picked up a big ball of sock yarn and the holiday issue of Interweave Knits.
I had packed an extra pair of camera batteries in my purse, but forgot about them until the return trip. Rachel (who drove) and I were about 20 minutes out of Westerly when I thought, "Hm, something in my purse seems awfully warm." I quickly opened the outer pocket of my purse, rummaged about, and discovered that one of the batteries was far hotter than it had any right to be. Rachel and I looked at each other horrified, as images of headlines like "DEATH BY AA BATTERY...TWO WOMEN DOOMED TO BLOGGING FROM THE AFTERLIFE" flashed through our minds. We finally dropped the battery into a bag and tucked it under a coat on the back seat for the rest of the trip. Fortunately, by the time we reached Providence it was back to normal.
Several coins in the same pocket were also very warm, and we think that contact between the battery and coins had created a closed circuit, right there in my purse. Under other circumstances (in a lab, for example, rather than in a car on a highway) it would have been fascinating. I'm just glad nothing really bad happened.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Le week-end
Without getting into any of the gruesome details, I just want to say that I'm REALLY glad it's the weekend. Yeesh.
Last weekend WEBS in Northampton held their tent sale. Several weeks ago, SAK and I had thought about going there for the Yarn Harlot's booksigning (this would have been in addition to our road trip to North Grafton), but then conscience got wind of the idea and nattered on about driving times and gas prices until both of us buckled and agreed to just go to North Grafton. Having thus built up a stock of good behavior, we were allowed, nay, required this time to go to Northampton.
We made it with only one mishap (mea culpa...as a non-driver I'm really bad at giving driving directions and that Mass Pike exit is laid out weirdly). After wallowing happily in yarn for a few hours I came home with some sock yarn and some sweater yarn and some pre-yarn (that would be the fleece), but then life said, "Hey, don't you have work or something?" so except for starting a sock (and restarting it twice) and playing with the fleece I didn't really think about the yarn until today.
So here is what I bought. Note sock attempt #3 at the right:
And there was a bit of this:
The latter, along with the fleece from 2 weeks ago, is slowly becoming this:
It's arranged chronologically (earliest attempt at the left) and I'm pretty sure there's some improvement happening. The second bundle from the left is what happens when you don't add enough twist while plying.
Meanwhile, the sock and sweater yarn, with the aid of some roving, played a game of Intrepid Explorers. In this shot, the sock yarn rests briefly and celebrates after reaching the summit of Mt. Donegal with no casualties.
Last weekend WEBS in Northampton held their tent sale. Several weeks ago, SAK and I had thought about going there for the Yarn Harlot's booksigning (this would have been in addition to our road trip to North Grafton), but then conscience got wind of the idea and nattered on about driving times and gas prices until both of us buckled and agreed to just go to North Grafton. Having thus built up a stock of good behavior, we were allowed, nay, required this time to go to Northampton.
We made it with only one mishap (mea culpa...as a non-driver I'm really bad at giving driving directions and that Mass Pike exit is laid out weirdly). After wallowing happily in yarn for a few hours I came home with some sock yarn and some sweater yarn and some pre-yarn (that would be the fleece), but then life said, "Hey, don't you have work or something?" so except for starting a sock (and restarting it twice) and playing with the fleece I didn't really think about the yarn until today.
So here is what I bought. Note sock attempt #3 at the right:
And there was a bit of this:
The latter, along with the fleece from 2 weeks ago, is slowly becoming this:
It's arranged chronologically (earliest attempt at the left) and I'm pretty sure there's some improvement happening. The second bundle from the left is what happens when you don't add enough twist while plying.
Meanwhile, the sock and sweater yarn, with the aid of some roving, played a game of Intrepid Explorers. In this shot, the sock yarn rests briefly and celebrates after reaching the summit of Mt. Donegal with no casualties.
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