You're going to have to forgive me if I get a little weepy while I write this post. You see, today is the ninth anniversary of Lorna's Laces in Chicago. All I can think of is how lucky I am to work in yarn.
First things first, I want to thank Lorna Miser for creating Lorna's Laces.
I also need to thank her for trusting me with to carry on her legacy. It couldn't have been easy for her to let it go. Nor could I have asked for a better friend or mentor. The story of how I came to be the shepherd of Lorna's Laces is here.
Then there's the Lorna's Laces crew. They are a pretty great bunch.
They come to work every day and do what I ask of them. Each and every one of them has learned to speak a strange and wonderful language I like to call "Elizabethan". They decipher the crazy bits and pieces of paper that makes up the dye list. Sometimes they do things before I know they need to be done.
Then there are the people that pay us the compliment of carrying our yarns in their shops. A LYS owner is a very special kind of person who understands us all. They help us with our projects, remind us that green is our best color, point us in the right direction when we go astray, and provide us with a second home and sense of community.
Last but not least is the stitcher. You are the reason I get up every morning to make pretty string. You make Lorna's Laces look great. It's an honor to be allowed to be part of your life. Because of you we swaddle babies and warm feet. We become whimsical hats and serious scarves. Beautiful shawls and sturdy sweaters.
I am so lucky to work in yarn. Thank you.