Next week, Skyelar and I are off to look at a Knitting Store. I remember going with my Mom to a knit shop in Grand Junction. It was downtown. Several, what I thought were "old" ladies ran it. It was run out of their house and they seemed to have yarn and cats everywhere. Ladies, cats, yarn and laughter are my memories. I never became the knitter my Mom was. But I have always loved to visit knit stores.
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