I am thrilled down to my handknit socked toes. You want more. And there IS more: I did not put up the avalanche of FOs that have no pictures to mark their births. Blogging is clearly like muscles - the more one exercises them, the easier it gets.
Yesterday was Small Business Saturday. Mr. Etherknitter and I made the rounds. The day started out as errands, but ended as a celebration of our local retailers.
We hit the mall to order new eyeglasses. The store is not a chain, has one location, and is locally owned. SCORE. My current pair was tuned up: new nosepads, new covers for the earpieces, realigned for perfect fit. The service was phenomenal.
A new crafts store opened in the mall. I like wandering in to see what people are doing. Fiber is big. There were fiber sculptures, handwoven scarves, knitted earrings. At the back of the store, I found a basket of mittens.
Duh. They were handspun, handknit and thrummed. The fiber was from her Border Leicesters. The price, in retrospect, was deemed fair, but I was already on the highway, headed home. *sob*
So, yes, handspun, handknit, thrummed mittens made by Ellen Raja, in the crafts store, available there only during the holiday season. SCORE. I paid $13 more than at the fiber festival, and consider it a fair Stupid Tax.
Final stop: local wine store. Have shopped there for years and years. Picked up the stuff I have ordered through their email solicitations. Local owner, consistent discount for frequent fliers, great wines.
As retail is corporatized, relationships on the local level begin to mean more. The guy who sold me the Northern Spy apples is a small farm trying to survive in New England. Our exercise guy is another small businessman working to support himself and his family. The transactions are so much more satisfying BECAUSE there is a relationship. We are hardwired to build community, as we cannot survive alone, neither now, nor 10,000 years ago.
And that is also why I appreciate that you appreciate what I write.