A Whirled Yarn

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Soooo,  what happens back on the farm when Mom runs off and joins a cult, ...um... I mean, opens a yarn shop?

The sheep sink into a deep depression...

They miss mom leaning over the fence most of the day chanting "We must, we must, we must increase our fleece.."  Hey, it worked in Middle School didn't it?

The garden has gone to heck in a hand basket.   There is a giant sunflower sprouting from the compost pile...

 

The hollyhocks are almost threatening...and I don't think these are herbs...

And the children?  What children...do I have children?

Whew!

Well, I did it!  I opened a yarn shop!  I had a "Grand Opening" and everything! And people came! (Yes, that is me you hear in the background squealing like my mother at a Beatles concert.)

So here is a quick tour.  I have to admit that I stole (um,..I mean borrowed with out asking...) many of these pictures from Nikol because she obviously has a very nice camera, she definitely has a great eye, and she was actually taking pictures opening night instead of wandering around in a semi-lucid, rather easily hysterical state... as others may have been...

As you come in the door...

Ozark Hanspun and plenty of our own...

The "Yarn Bar" where you can sample and swatch before committing to buy (don't worry I've got a fiber one too.  Well, it's more like a bunch of baskets...but same idea)...

Yarn...

 

More yarn...(Peace Fleece!)...

Fiber...

Fiber...

Fiber...(mohair locks!)

And more fiber...(angelina!)

I had absolutely wonderful people come by all weekend!  Thank you all who came my very first, shaky hours (don't worry...it was me who was shaking), 'specially Nikol and Marilyn, who came twice, and those crazy fun KnitTopeka girls. And a super big thank you to Laura, who helped me immensely, held my hand through everything and will be working here on Thursdays. (Sorry this is starting to sound like an Oscar's acceptance speech...cue the music and get the loon off the stage!)  I was also very honored to have homesteading heroine and leading gardening goddess,  A Homesteading Neophyte and her mother (whose blog I could not find a link to, sorry!) drive 2 1/2 hours to visit me!  I had to slap myself to keep from bowing at her feet. 

So here we are on the outside (and in the rain)...

... we are a significantly brighter yellow in the sunlight, trust me...