I had a cute little yarn shop in a Victorian housed antique store called Le Chateau. It was the perfect little place to start my business. I rented out a cozy little nook that I filled with high-quality yarns, the necessary notions, and a square table with chairs. The antique store advertised that I was teaching knitting at their shop and all kinds of lovely people came to learn how to knit. Old furniture, Victorian dishes, colored glass, tea pots and tea cups with misplaced saucers on round lacy tables was the setting for my students and I. We knitted, we laughed, we cried, we sat. This went on for 4 years before I had to move my beloved yarn shop into my apartment. So here it sits in my living room.
I look like a yarn hoarder! A neat yarn hoarder, though. Everything is thoughtfully placed and organized. In a greedy like way I don't want to sell my yarn and I don't want to use it either! This is such a hoarder mentality! My living room is now the dream room I've always wanted. I gaze upon this display as though it's a beautiful painting hung on my wall. Don't worry about me, really I'm okay. I've already developed a plan for each one of these yarns so they will be used if somebody doesn't try to buy them from me. So, here a new adventure starts. The possibilities are endless! What new project will I embark on next? You'll have to wait and see!
