Knitters really are the nicest people
I just wandered over to Wolgaarde, my friendly neighborhood yarn store. I didn’t go yesterday because I knew it was a relatively small shop, and in small shops, people tend to greet you and ask if they can help you in any way. And I hate having to ask, “Sprekt u engels?” because my Nederlands is niet so goed. So yesterday I went to department stores to get comfortable with going back into stores by myself. And today I headed out to Wolgaarde. I was in heaven. The store is full of Katia and Lana Grossa. I went nuts in the sale bin (though not too nuts, since I only had a ten and some change on me). But I snatched a couple of skeins of LG Silk in a nice natural color—for a crocheted belt. I consider it an early birthday present. It’s tomorrow, you know.
The woman at the store was especially nice. She spoke English without reservation (sometimes I run into people who are rather smug about it, though I can’t blame them—it just makes me feel bad), and we chatted for a while. She was saying that some people had recently come into the store and told her that Delft must be heaven. I told her I agree—if it’s not heaven, it’s quite close. And today it’s even closer—because I found my LYS.