At lunchtime today, my friend K. took me to the best wool shop in the city.
(K. is awesome. She's just started working here, and on her first day I found out that she's a Buffy fan, a Dollhouse fan, a knitter, and very fun to talk to.)
The wool shop is SO COOL. It has many many different kinds of wool, and thread, and knitting needles, and crochet hooks, and cross-stitch patterns, and stuff like that.
I spent my entire lunchtime cooing over stuff I really can't afford, and trying to invent reasons why I actually needed to buy them...
(K. is awesome. She's just started working here, and on her first day I found out that she's a Buffy fan, a Dollhouse fan, a knitter, and very fun to talk to.)
The wool shop is SO COOL. It has many many different kinds of wool, and thread, and knitting needles, and crochet hooks, and cross-stitch patterns, and stuff like that.
I spent my entire lunchtime cooing over stuff I really can't afford, and trying to invent reasons why I actually needed to buy them...