I LOVE New York City. I mean, really love it. Everything about it. The food. Awe, come on. So many choices and so creative! The wine. Yep. Delicious. The shopping. I love it even though I'm not a shopper. (But the window displays are still my favorite.) The people. Yep. I love them. They walk around with such purpose, I'm in awe of their lives and what they are doing with their day. But the thing I get most excited about is seeing the Purl Soho sign when I round the corner onto Broome Street.
I headed in with nothing in particular in mind to purchase. I've only been to Purl Soho one other time, and I made that mistake then, too. I wish I would have had a plan but I thought something would just jump out at me. The problem was, LOTS of things jumped out at me.
I headed in with nothing in particular in mind to purchase. I've only been to Purl Soho one other time, and I made that mistake then, too. I wish I would have had a plan but I thought something would just jump out at me. The problem was, LOTS of things jumped out at me.
I squished lots of yarn in my hands. Talked to the happy sales clerks. People watched the other shoppers. I wanted to ask everyone what THEY were buying and making. In the end I purchased two skeins of Woolfolk Far. (Delicious.)
I would like to swim in the yarn and fabric.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
- Wednesday, August 29, 2018
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