On Monday we had to drive to San Antonio to have the car serviced at a dealership due to a factory recall. Sometimes I think living closer to San Antonio wouldn’t be bad, because I like the conveniences it offers. I do not like the traffic.
Because we were stuck in San Antonio until the car was fixed, we ended up going to Cheesecake Factory, and then, while we were full and happy, I casually mentioned that there is a yarn store in San Antonio.
It’s called Yarnivore. And look at that, it’s barely 7 miles from the car dealership.
My husband purchased a cheesecake to thank the dealership for driving us to Cheesecake Factory and once we got back, he decided to call an uber. The dealership, overcome by the cheesecake, offered to let their driver deliver us to Yarnivore.
While many men knit, most of patrons of the yarn stores are still female. Here is Gordon, looking rather burly, coming through the door and looking slightly out of place. The ladies behind the counter give us welcoming smiles. We smile back.
What I didn’t quite realize is that while my husband does not knit or crochet, he has been buying yarn for years. I knew this fact, but Monday was the first time it really sank in.
We start moving through the store, looking at things, sock yarn, lace weight, alpaca… Then Gordon stops next to me, picks up a skein of yarn, frowns, and says, “Hmm, that’s a pretty good price for a wool/silk blend.”