While I was working in Boston at the beginning of June I had very little time to play around my old stomping grounds, but I did, of course, find time to stop into two (and a half) local yarn stores:
The first: Mary Jo Cole Needlework (don’t bother with the website). I actually went here to find a needlepoint gift for my mother because they have some great brick cover designs to make doorstops, but I discovered that they now carry yarn for knitting… sort of. It’s mostly novelty yarn meant for the scarf-knitters of the world. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a “yarn store.”
The second: Newbury Yarns (again, not a terribly impressive website). Cozy, clean, friendly… I went not looking for anything and came away with (wait for it…) sock yarn! At typical retail price, some Schaefer Anne in beautiful green, blue, and a touch of purple:
I’ve never knit with the Schaefer Anne before, but I hear good things and it has nylon content, so I’m sure it will be okay. And at half price (I think it was a mistake, but didn’t actually look at the receipt until home in Brooklyn - I only got charged for one ball), some deep red Fortissima Socka:
This is perfect yarn for a pair of socks for my father as he prefers solid or slightly tweedy yarns for his annual Christmas socks. I’m already working on the pair for this Christmas, but there’s always next year with him.
And the third and final yarn store: Windsor Button (yet again a nearly useless website). This store was so much fun for me! This is a good old fashioned craft store, which we don’t really have in NYC. We have yarn stores, fabric stores, ribbon stores, button stores, etc, etc, etc, ad nauseam, but no all-around craft stores with felt squares and googly eyes and yarn and zippers and cross-stitch canvas. They had all the basics plus a lot of nicer yarns… somehow I managed to escape without buying anything because I didn’t see anything that was an absolute deal or that I couldn’t find elsewhere.
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I also spent some time admiring the view out my hotel window in the evening during my dinner break:
And took my usual wake-up shot:
And because I’m a lighting designer (read: dork) and constantly taking pictures of light for “research,” I give you a shot of the afternoon sun coming through the window and hitting the wall because the color is just so intense: