Honeymoon at Foothills Yarn & Fiber

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I once saw a quote which immediately spoke to me… about relationships being the fiber from which life is woven.  I saw the quote on a card in a store, & didn’t buy it.  It’s one of those four dollar items you wish you’d put out for.

In its absence, I looked online to find a new favorite to adopt.  While not finding a poetic quote to match this post, I did find the perfect excerpt in Wikipedia;

“In the textile arts, plying is a process used to create a strong, balanced yarn. It is done by taking two or more strands of yarn that each have a twist to them and putting them together. The strands are twisted together, in the direction opposite that in which they were spun. When just the right amount of twist is added, this creates a balanced yarn, which is a yarn with no tendency to twist upon itself. Almost all store bought yarns are balanced, plied yarns.”  –Wikipedia

My brand new husband and I are a two-ply yarn.  Two separate strands join together to form one stronger, more balanced strand.

Christian supports my yarn pursuit, and has, ever since I first brought my box of shabby yarn prototypes into his apartment… about two weeks after we began talking.  I knew I wanted to show him who I am.  So, naturally, I showed him my yarn.

For our honeymoon last week, we ate caramel apples on Cannon Beach, drove past an 80 year-old man biking up the side of Mt. Mazama in 90 degree sunshine, biked past mosquitoes, butterflies, and yellow birds at Diamond Lake, and heard the tinkling, glass-like sound of lava rocks of the Lava Fields of McKenzie Pass under our feet.

…And, through Parkdale & into Hood River, we saw a sign with the word “Yarn” on it, & followed the signs through fruit orchards, then under some trees & up a hill, past many small Alpaca and the man who tended them, who waved as we drove by.

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We drove up to the gravel parking lot of Foothills Yarn & Fiber.  I grabbed my camera & headed into the store.  My husband grabbed his camera & headed towards the petting area, remarking how much our daughter would have loved to see the baby Alpaca.

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I spoke with a woman who works there, who stroked her round belly as she told me she’s twenty days away from having her first baby.  I shared my experience of giving birth to my own daughter, who’s now sprouted up to be an energetic, inquisitive 9 year-old.

A common feature of yarn stores is that their walls are lined with cubbies, filled with yarn.  This, of course, serves marketing purposes; the customer can see all of the supplies that the store has to offer.  However, this design also gives the customer something for free;  It is a small yarn world, which you are welcome to become a citizen of without much ado.  Sometimes, the passage from the Normal World to the Yarn World is accompanied by the jingled of a bell, or a two-toned doorbell, or the “hello” of a knitting woman.  A yarn-lover can turn in a circle, & look to all four cardinal directions– North, East, South, West– and revel in their paradise; a multi-textured, colorful world, full of pliable, malleable, twist-able, pull-and-push-able, flexible filament, offering themselves to his or her creativity, asking to be a part of their peaceful evenings, and waiting to wrap loosely around a neck in September, or the bald, soft head of a baby boy.

Into one such shop I strolled, with my unrealistic intention of staying only fifteen minutes.  But even my husband– my “second ply”– would say that getting back to Washington a little late that night, was worth my longer stay.  Touching the Lana Grande, rubbing my thumb along it to test for coarseness… feeling the light touch of the Baby Alpaca Brush re-expand gently inside my palm after I squeezed it… It was worth staying for, a little extra.

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So now I have my basket of Baby Alpaca Brush, and the newest idea for creating my prototype…

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…I will felt.

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