The Land of Fiber-y Goodness
A wee bit of a sinus infection and far too much time in front of the computer during working hours has kept me from blogging about the Pilgrimage to ThreadBear Fiber Arts Studio. I will, in passing, say that ThreadBear is indeed “all that.” Actually, it is beyond “all that”; it’s somewhere between I Have Died and Gone to Yarn Heaven and OMG – Pass Me My Credit Card I See Malabrigo. Four skeins of Malabrigo worsted, in fact, in Azul Bolita, a colorway I have never been able to find in stock at any of my online sources for crack yarn.

Even though I brought my little camera with me — and the batteries were fully charged — I’m far too shy to go around snapping pictures of the store. 1 So, if you want pictures, I suggest going over to look at this post on Matt’s blog; he’s got some excellent photographs that show off the place and do it more justice than I ever could.
Meeting Franklin was a real treat. Despite all the craziness2, he was charming and gracious and very personable — so charming and gracious and personable that I’m breaking my unwritten rule about never posting an identifiable picture of myself on my blog: Laiane and Franklin Habit.
I didn’t say I would post it on the front page, now, did I?
I also show up on Franklin’s blog post about the event; I’m buried in the second large photo montage. I wasn’t aware how serious I look while I’m knitting! And this was garter stitch. I’m certain I must look like I’m about to implode while I’m doing anything more complicated.
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January 30th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
It was awesome to run into you!
I’m incredibly spoiled to have moved into the yarn mecca of Michigan. I can usually contain myself in Threadbear… usually. Incidentally, I made Franklin’s (WHAT A SWEETIE!) post on his blog also… I wasn’t aware how grumpy I looked while knitting!
January 31st, 2008 at 8:23 am
You’re more than welcome to snap photos in the shop whenever you’re in. All we ask is that you say something to one of us (Me, Matt, Sabrina, Kellie) so we don’t think you’re some sort of international yarn spy.
Seriously–we don’t mind!