The Dream

This is the dream- or at least a small representation of it (It's actually a picture of a dish cloth I knit and some of my husband's cookies fresh out of the oven). 

I dream of someday owning a little yarn store with an attached bakery/café. I would run the yarn store part and my husband would bake and run the café. He’s a really good baker. Seriously, the only reason I’m not obese is because of my genetic makeup (thanks Mom and Dad).

Here is my vision:

I would love for my yarn store to have all the yarn you expect to find in a yarn store but also have a whole section of local handspun and hand-dyed. And the café would be a cozy little place where you can knit and enjoy some homemade cookies, muffins, cupcakes or whatever was baked that day. My husband has had a great time thinking up what his rotating menu would be like: Sunday scones, Monday muffins, and of course, cookies everyday.

In order to make this dream a reality I think there a couple of things I need to do:

1.     Think of an awesome name

2.     Learn how to run a business

Now, I’m not planning to do this anytime in the near future. I like my job and plan to keep at it. I think of this as my post burn-out career. So, I have some time to figure things out, which is good because I think it will take me a while to think of a name that’s awesome enough.

"To One Thing Constant Never"

Shakespeare really knew what he was talking about.

I feel a little bit like I’m cheating on knitting. It is my first love after all. But I feel the pull, the siren’s call, if you will, of the spindle. It’s new, exciting, primitive even. But knitting and I, we’ve been trying to work on it. Keep things fresh. I started my first lace work- a cute triangle shawl that I’m working up in some lovely 100% linen. That worked, for a while. But now it’s languishing on the needles, neglected. I figured maybe knitting and I should just take a break, just for a while, just to explore, have some new experiences. It would be good for both of us.

So, I put down the needles and picked up the spindle. And here’s what happened:

I finally had the guts to bust into this beauteous BFL top. I’m quite pleased with it and I love how the obligatory glamour shots came out. It’s about 3 ounces and 92 yards. I was a little disappointed I didn’t get more yardage out of it. But, ah well, that’s the way these things go. In the immortal words of Echo and the Bunnymen, and about a million other bands, singers, and writers, “nothing ever lasts forever.” And now I’m plumb out of any spinable fiber and feeling a little lost.

So, maybe I’ll give knitting another go. We can try to get to know each other again. Get back to basics. Maybe knit up a nice and easy dishcloth. We’ll see how it goes.