Webigail

I ventured into a new local yarn store, which I shall leave nameless. It’s not a new store, but new to me. Before I could kanoodle the malabrigo, I was feeling a burning sensation on my back. I knew that I should not have turned around, but I did…to be met by three sets of eyes. They were fixed on me, like a cat fixed on its prey.

Finally, a sales rep, who lost the stare-down, asked if she could help me. I told her I was just looking, but the tasty malabrigo caught my eye. She seemed shocked that I even knew what malabrigo was (hmmmph!).

Ok, so the ice was broken. We four all “ooohed” and “ahhhed” over all of the possibilities with the store’s inventory, until I did the unthinkable…I mentioned the enemy’s name…I dared utter the name in the LYS. Damn me! Damn me to hell!! Why didn’t anyone tell me that the mere utterance of KnitPicks would get me banished, sent to yarn purgatory.

Um…so, silence fell and I was in the midst of the she-devils waiting to rip my malabrigo from my clutches. As if that foot weren’t lodged far enough down my throat, I went there, I had to ask,

“Did I say something wrong?!”

I am still deaf in one ear from the hsssing that came from the pretty lady’s mouth as she geered at me and exclaimed, “No one likes KnitPicks! They’re putting everyone out of business. Retailers don’t like them and wholesalers don’t like them!”

Wow. Ok. So, now I HAVE to buy the malabrigo, because I fear for my life.

Sigh. I’m just an enthusiastic newbie.

After my brush with near death, I vowed to stand up for the underdog! I will not allow the yarn snobs to make us knitter-newbies feel guilty for using the (whispering) cheap stuff, because some of those using the good stuff need to buy less yarn and invest in knitting lessons. Oops, did I say that out loud?