Rhapsody in Burque
If it were up to me, everyone living in Albuquerque would receive an enormous reward—maybe a freezer full of gelato or a trip to Alaska or a million dollars—for enduring the summer heat. Since I’m not in charge of positively reinforcing residents for tolerating hell, I just have to make do with what I have. Which, in this case, is the Yarn Store.
The quaint shop is located in Nob Hill just North of Central, and the murals make it an unmistakable destination. Hands woven out of colorful yarn that are holding knitting needles cover the entire back wall while an equally colorful collection of shapes spreads across the smaller side wall. I didn’t particularly need any craft supplies when I walked by the other day, but the paint jobs and prospect of air conditioning are enough to lure anyone inside.
A gust of air swept over me as I walked through the small front door. To my right were a couple of women working on projects and laughing together at a wooden table. I smiled and ventured further inside, admiring color-coordinated arrangements of all kinds of yarn. Cotton blends, plant blends and local fibers, to name a few. Skeins of yarn sat happily in cubbies, sorted with similar colors. One wall had crochet hooks and knitting needles; another room was dedicated solely to needlepoint work where an adorable collection of buttons sat beneath rows of string in every imaginable hue. My old lady tendencies took over, and I couldn’t help but get really excited about sitting down with a ball of yarn and starting to plan which colors would make good hats, and who in my friend circle might like another knitted Christmas gift this year ...
Walking through the store is like being transported to a different time, or at least a different season. It’s a dip into autumn whenever your heart desires, and for me, that’s pretty much always. I was drawn to the rusty orange and olive green tones and suddenly felt like it was a crisp fall day instead of what it actually was: the middle of June.
Throughout the store are pockets of project areas, where cushions and chairs welcome anyone to grab a seat and get to work. And it’s no problem if you’re not sure where to start; a bookshelf overflowing with how-to guides and Knitting for Dummies is strategically placed next to a few work spaces, inviting you to flip through and find whatever inspiration you’re looking for.
As I moseyed through the back of the store, touching soft wool overflowing from wicker baskets and admiring difficult-looking patterns, something moved on top of the shelf in the corner of my eye. Startled, I turned around to find a cat lounging behind a knitting magazine. The sleepy Yarn Store resident blinked a couple times, yawned and let me scratch his belly before resuming his catnap. Another reason to visit this place, clearly. If you haven’t been and even vaguely like crafting, go. Go for inspiration, go for a smile, go to expand your knowledge of alpaca wool, and definitely go to escape into a room full of cozy reminders that sweater weather will come again.