Two ladies and a whole lotta wool
My friend Kris described this town as “Americana” and it certainly was quaint – had an aesthetic not unlike some of the sellers you see at UK festivals. This may sound critical, but it’s not at all – among this quirky high street some gems were to be found. Not only ice cream…
…but also an awesome knitting shop hidden in a maze of shops, The Clay Purl was a lucky find:
There was a huge selection of wool packed into the shop and the lady helped me with questions about the wool and patterns. I always ask if shops have any locally produced wool, and although The Clay Purl didn’t have any stocked at that point, the lady informed me much of the wool had been hand-dyed by her. A really smashing shop:
I was really tempted by a pair of finger-less gloves a local knitter was selling in the shop, but instead opted to buy the wool used, with plans to make them myself.
I could definitely have bought more supplies from here, but unfortunately had to limit myself as I still had a week in Chicago to do and was already precariously close to my weight limit.
I do love finding craft shops in unexpected places, and this was no exception.
Blog post on Chicago craft will follow soon.