visualizing

A random page from McCall’s Needlework & Crafts, Fall-Winter 1968-69 that totally read my mind.

I want to open a yarn shop.

My shop will be friendly, and airy. It will smell charmingly nice and have a big fat resident cat. I picture it full of people that go there to feel good and be creatively nourished. I will feel good and be creatively nourished.

My shop will have cozy furniture, samples of every knitted thing, and plenty of space for people to stretch out with their sticks and string. Hot coffee and cookies on real china. In an old house with creaky floors and wavy windows and yarn sky high. I will host events and free classes. It will have a knitted screen door and a swear jar. A fucking huge one.

My shop will have something for everyone. I will encourage customers to swap their stash yarn for a little cash for new yarny treats. There will be loaner books and community needles and hooks like a library. I will stock all the delicious yarns I admire. I will have an online store as well. I’ll distribute and sell hand-spun yarn and any other handmade relevant thing I think of. I will commission my own line of needles from exotic woods.

My shop will give me the environment to write patterns and invent projects and daydream. I will blog about all of it. I’ll publish a book. For now, I’m visualizing. You know, all that universey business, so it can really happen one day.

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