As you probably remember I've been helping out at our local yarn shop, Beach Basket Yarns, up here in Birch Bay a lot the last few weeks. The shop moved from it's tiny, tiny space next door to a space almost three times as large in February. It was a huge, challenging move and a lot of the yarns and books and whatnot were just lucky to make it next door, and not really organized on the way in. So, since I have been helping out for about a month now, I have been watching customers and talking with the Boss and I started moving things around this weekend to make for a better yarn store shopping experience. So far I am really, really enjoying myself, both working there and having the opportunity to move stuff around, but I did wake up pretty exhausted today since Mr Danger and I put in an 11 hour day yesterday moving stuff, rebuilding shelves, and re-merchandising everything.
Some days however I think working in a yarn store is the worst torture a knitter could undergo. I feel like a kid in a candy store there! I end up wandering around, looking through all the books, seeing yarns I never knew existed, and wanting to take everything home with me. Just last night Mr Danger handed me some yarn and said, "This would make a great monster!" My response? "I know, I thought that too about that yarn, and 75% of the other yarns in this store!!!" Unfortunately, of course, working in the yarn shop has taken time away from my own knitting time, which just makes it even worse! Now I have even MORE projects and MORE ideas, and even less time to complete them in! I am pondering that second set of arms again, but more seriously this time.......

I just have to start with you ROCK my world !!! I know the feeling and I so miss my moms yarn shop... The Colors the textures all stacked in neat little compartments. I was the best sales person even as a high school student because I LOVED the yarn and understood the way it worked. A lot of our customers were friends and if they were not when the walked in, they were when they left, and never for long ;)sigh... mom retired and I miss that shop...
Posted by: Cynthia Sickler | March 19, 2010 at 10:38 PM