LYS Happy Times

It's only just occurred to me that I've never introduced you to my LYS.

I always have happy times when I make a visit to Ancaster, a town very close to my own city. I went there earlier this week for some pick-me-up and joyful stash enhancement.
First I stopped at the The Quilt Rack, because I love me my shiny, colourful fabric with which to make stuffs. Here you see a sampling of the store's loveliness.


Then I headed on down the street to one of my happiest places, The Needle Emporium. I've been visiting this excitingly-jam-packed emporium of goodness for as long as I've been a knitter. The site of a wall filled with colour like this sends me on endorphin highs unequaled by any other luxurious revelry in life.

That there's a wall of Cascade. I think I'd called it treasure.

Above you see another one of the walls-of-elation at the Emporium, and below you see one of the gems I plundered (read: purchased and proceeded to fondle gleefully). It's Noro Silk Garden Lite, in colourway 2027. It's going to become another Lady E.

Joy to the LYS! I can always be assured of finding a good yarn and friendly people there. I hope your LYS provides equal happiness.