My two days in Omaha were a whirlwind of family visits, all of which involved eating and imbibing and a healthy dose of laughter-through-tears (Dolly Parton’s favorite emotion). On the knitting side of things, even though my flights were nonstop, I got in plenty of rows on my Ranger men’s cardigan.
Late Saturday afternoon, I was knitting away in the car (in the passenger seat, I hasten to add) on my way from one visit to the next visit, and MY ADDI CIRCULAR BROKE. The needle sheared clean off the cable. Like WHOA how did that even happen? The sight of that severed cable just dangling there, with the stitches hanging loose–I experienced symptoms of shock.
It’s at moments like these that I curse my trusty Waze navigation app. Sure, it shows you nearby gas stations and Dunkin Donuts by the dozen, but does it show you yarn stores? NO IT DOES NOT. Do we think this is acceptable in 2016? NO WE DO NOT. I fired up the Internet and found out that the closest local yarn store was ImagiKnit, and it was closing in one hour. My driver put her foot down.
ImagiKnit Yarn Shop, 12100 West Center Road, number 602, was not very easy to find, but we were determined.
Inside, it’s cozy and lush. But I did not linger over the yarns, so close to closing time. I needed a size 7 circular, and I needed it now.
“Calm down! We have size 7 circulars!” OK, ImagiKnit’s owner, Karla Rasmussen, did not actually tell me to calm down. She did produce a selection of size 7 circulars, however, which had the same effect. I chose the Hiya Hiyas, 40 cm.
Crisis averted, Karla and I got to chatting. I mentioned my association with this blog, and Karla suddenly got very excited. Karla knew me! Well, kind of.
“Your nephew sold me a Smart Car!” she said. “Great,” I said, “but how the heck did you figure that out?”
It seems that back in 2009, my nephew was showing Karla a Smart Car, and he asked her what she did, and she said, I’ve got a yarn shop, and nephew said, “That is so cool that you have a yarn shop my aunt loves yarn shops she’s a big knitter she has a blog.” And Karla was charmed that such a young man would think that owning a yarn shop is cool, and she even knew the blog. (ImagiKnit still stocks both of our dear, nearly out-of-print books, Ann. Moment of silence.) Karla bought the Smart Car, which must have been a very nice moment for my young nephew.
Karla also told me that her Smart Car is named Macy, after Mason-Dixon. (I’m skeptical about that part of the story, but Karla seems totally legit, and who am I to doubt that there is at least one Smart Car named after us?)
Omaha is not that small a city. But Karla knows my nephew and asked after him by name. (Jon: Karla is all caught up now. She sends good wishes.)
Anyway, I think there is a moral to this story somewhere but I’ll be darned if I can think of one. Oh yeah: talk to people in yarn stores. And: don’t be shy about sharing your hobbies and interests with young relatives; it may help them in their careers. And also: visit ALL the yarn stores; you might be missing a good one. Sitting there, quiet as can be, on West Center Road, Imagiknits is stuffed to the gills with beautiful yarn, and the welcome could not have been friendlier. I bet it’s nearly as warm even if Karla did not buy a car from a close relative of yours.
Thanks to Karla and her Hiya Hiya number 7s, this was Ranger’s collar on the plane home from Omaha yesterday. So close I can taste it.