I love living close to a big city. In just over an hour’s time, I can travel from my home town to Toronto, and while sitting on the train, I make the trip and don’t even break a sweat. I happily use the time to keep my fingers busy, and socks make the best travel project! I began a very simple sock pattern using yarn I bought months back, Bernat Sox yarn in a fun Desert Storm colourway – it’s khakis, greens and browns and knitting up in a camouflage-esque pattern. When I stashed this yarn, I always knew it would end up being socks.
While in TO, I was able to visit two yarn shops. The first was The Knit Cafe on Roncesvalles. My sister discovered this shop in her neighbourhood a few months back, and she didn’t wait to text me to say ‘you need to come visit and check out this shop!’ Well, I finally checked it out on Saturday, and it was a lovely shop with very friendly staff and an interesting selection of yarn. I was very excited to leave the shop with new needles (I have a thing for knitting needles… I just love them and adding to my collection), and two hanks of sock yarn from Turtlepurl Yarns, an ‘indie’ Canadian yarn dyer. The yarn is their Striped Turtle Toes, and when they are complete, they will be two identically striped socks. This makes me happy. They are already wound – any excuse really to use my swift – and they are ready for casting on whenever I am ready for them.
The other shop I visited was Romni Wools on Queen West. I once saw this places described as ‘an Aladdin’s cave for knitters,’ and whoever came up with this apt description wasn’t wrong! A huge shop with great selection, rows and rows of yarn.
After I left Romni, without making a purchase (this time), I’ve realized that I have a hard time buying yarn for the sake of buying it. I have a hard time justifying buying yarn unless I know that I can use it for something. Sock yarn is one exception, because it has an obvious project that can be completed with it. However, buying the odd ball or two, or more even, just to buy it, I just can’t do it. So I left Romni without making a purchase, but the next time I go back, I’ll have a project in mind and I’ll find the perfect yarn there. Really, half the fun is in the discovery.