One day, I will not need to physically type my blog posts. When this day comes, you will all be graced with the eloquence and depth of the dozens of posts I have written in my head mere seconds after the thoughts occur to me.
This day will come shortly after the day we will all be able to take picture with a mere blink of the eyes and then it would be only a matter of mental concentration to implant them into my wonderful, thoughtful, inspiring blog posts (blog posts which, if you remember, don't have to be typed).
That day, unfortunately, is not today. I say unfortunately because for many of the posts I have written in my head, the time has passed for them to be relevant. It is unfortunate also because this post will now be devoid of pictures.
I am popping in only shortly to let you all know that I am still alive and my move to Pittsburgh was relatively uneventful. Uneventful in the sense that the event of my hot water turning on didn't happen for a week. Uneventful in the sense that the event of my knitting didn't happen. Uneventful in the sense that the event of my having internet in my apartment has yet to happen.
Luckily events are now happening. I have hot water, I am knitting (though have nothing to show you because I haven't taken any pictures), and although I still don't have internet at home, I can use it on campus when I'm here (I'm posting between practice sessions).
...and today, the biggest event of all happened. After class, instead of dutifully marching to a practice room to practice my heart out, I climbed into my car and went for a bit of a ride. A bit of a ride turned into quite the expedition after several wrong turns (thanks, Googlemaps...) and several episodes of construction causing me to end up nowhere near where I wanted to be. (Here's a secret about Pittsburgh: there are three rivers. If you accidentally cross a bridge, crossing another one does not, as you might think, ensure that you will be on the correct side of the river again. Just thought I'd warn you.)
Once I found my way, I was able to hunt down my as-yet-unknown destination and finally, after driving a good three miles down the road of my googlemaps location, I had arrived.
I had arrived at my new LYS. (that was spoken rather dramatically).
I wish I had pictures. I really do. I walked in and gasped (and I don't gasp easily). An entire wall of cascade 220! The most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. And what's that behind me? Shelf after shelf of Malabrigo? I swooned. And next to the Malabrigo? Manos. On the other side of the shelves? Dream in Color and Madelinetosh! They had Noro like you wouldn't believe, incredible lace yarns. Need Jamieson's for colorwork? They have it. Sock yarns, bulky yarns, washable yarns, books... I nearly fainted. Every turn I made brought my toward more and more wide-eyed happenings. And when I thought it couldn't get better, I made it to the back. In the back, next to the books, past the shelves and shelves of every yarn I ever dreamed I might find, was spinning fiber. Spinning fiber!!! I barely even spin anymore, but I nearly collapsed at that point. This place has it all.
Here are some texts I sent to my sister while I was there:
"Holy crap, I just found the BEST yarn shop!"
"Oh my god, this store has EVERYTHING!"
"It's unbelievable! A whole wall of Cascade 220. It's a rainbow!"
"I feel like I just played hookie from school..."
I take it back, I did not find my new LYS. I have found my new home.
If you need me, you know where to find me. (And they're open until 9pm!!!)