Quest For Fiber

Saturday's itinerary had left us with a few additional hours in Richmond, a perfect opportunity to resume THE QUEST. On most of the trips the Weaver and I take together the search for that perfect yarn shop is always a sub-theme. Both Rose and Comica had steered us toward the Carytown district, a wonderful mix of small shops and eateries, with apartments on the second floors. We saw the mighty Byrd Theater (right- No Country For Old Men and There Will Be Blood, both for $1.99!), went through a great antique store (the Elephant and Toe?) and had a cuppa while waiting for The Yarn Lounge to open.

It was worth the wait.

Two long walls lined with bins of the grooviest yarn, personally selected by the owner from all over the world. The vibe was laid-back (with a definite overlay of estrogen), they accepted my presence- maybe it was my sweater. In the back of the store was the lounge itself, a clubhouse ideal for cabalistic 'nittin' rituals. How cool is that?

And then it was over. Zipped back down to RDU, and arrived back in Minnesota to a half-foot of new snow.