Sunday we went to Port Gamble to visit a museum. It turned out that the museum wasn’t open, which was not a huge problem as it is a picturesque little town right on the water. And it had a yarn store.
Yarn stores are dangerous places to go to, but I couldn’t resist at least going in the door.
Kid mohair, 2200 yards of it, which is slightly over a mile of yarn.
Very dangerous place to go into. I needed to buy more yarn like I need a new hole in my head, but this skein of yarn called out to me.
It was hanging on a coat rack, lovely silvery gray shading into dark coal black.
I could just see a lace shawl with this yarn; so now I have to make time to wind this into a ball of yarn (this weekend maybe), and find my knitting needles and stitch markers, and a book. I found the end of the yarn so I can wind this skein into a ball of yarn. That is going to take me hours.
It could have been worse. It might have been a book store. Selling knitting books 🙂
Hi Beautiful yarn. It will make a beautiful shawl. I happened to set down by computer and it happened to land on your blog. Fancy that.