A Whirled Yarn

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...

Why I Haven't Been Posting....

Wall...

No wall...

Wall...

(Wave Hi to my Dad!)

No wall...

Things are so close to being done now!  I've actually moved from excitement to a sort of "what the hell do I think I'm doing,  post-renovation, need to commit to an opening date and enter a bus load of inventory into the computer," stress disorder.  Here is a major symptom...

passing out in your pajamas, drooling on sample books.

Damn the Victorians...

{Thank you to all who inquired about my week long disappearance.  I have a good excuse...I was kidnapped by Sunflower Electric Corporation and thrown into a dank dungeon.  I only escaped by lulling my guards into a stupor by singing Kumbiyah 10,0000 times. Okay, not really...but admit it, I had you going for awhile...}

Oh sure, everyone just loves Victorian architecture....the fancy rails, the turrets, the scroll work...

Just beautiful...until you have to paint it...

And paint it...

and paint it...

Mind you, I'm about 18ft up in the air...well, okay, maybe 12ft.  But it's like a humid day...no matter the actual measurement, you're really as high as you feel...

Our little shop used to be a quiet, pale yellow with faded green and red trim.  We were quite overwhelmed by the large, historic theater to the south and a beauty salon (Glitz'nGlamour!) with Wildcat Purple flower boxes and excessively grease painted windows (Jelly Nails for Mom only 8.99!) to our north.  (What the hey are Jelly Nails!?!)

Now, thanks to my persistent, if not professional paint job, we stick out like a sore thumb...

You won't be able to miss us!

What is real?

 

So not only do I have a logo but now I have also created a website for the new shop.  It is just a page, but you know, it's a start.  And it has it's own email address and everything.  Despite all my obvious technical finesse (heck, I even know how to reach my voice mail messages on my mobile phone), I am always in awe of being able to manipulate something on the WORLD WIDE WEB.  Having space on the Internet seems to make everything so real.  Or is it that everything on the Internet isn't real? 

Whatever...I'm here and I'm real...

...I think.