I went with a friend, who was taking her first yarn shop trip (and on her birthday too), plus my two boys and one of her children. We were greeted with a busy shop, and there's nothing that warms my heart more than to see lots of people in a yarn shop. Within moments a plate of cake was in the children's hands and a glass of bubbly was in mine, and I could tell that I was going to like it there.
The children were also set up making pom-poms, so for the first time in years - years! - I had all the time that I wanted to gaze at, squish, stroke and take in the heady scent of yarn in a yarn shop. Thinking about it, the last time I even tried to go to a yarn shop with children was when my eldest was about 18 months old. He played a game that went something like: 'See how many balls of yarn you can you pull off the shelf before your mummy catches up with you - while she simultaneously collects and replaces the yarn that you're dispatching to the four corners of the shop!' Great fun for everyone! Except mummy. And the yarn shop owner.
One squish was enough to know I was going to buy this:
So thank you to Anna for my wonderful yarn, plus a Grand Day Out. I will be returning, even if I have to take my own bubbly.