Today I wanted to share with you an unpleasant experience I had a few days ago. I’ve been considering for a while whether to write about it or not, but in the end I think it needs out. Also, today I received some lovely news to counterbalance the bad taste in my mouth so I feel ok telling you about both! :)
The bad first. There is this yarn shop that I go to here in London. I had read about it and the cool events it organizes online almost a year before I came here. When I was packing my bags to come to London, I printed out three maps: from Heathrow to my residence, from my residence to school, and from my residence to this yarn shop. That’s how much I was looking forward to finally being able to go there. But now, after quite a few months of visiting, spending quite a bit of my money there and participating in a number of events, I can’t shake this off anymore: the people in the shop are just not friendly. They give off a vibe of a closed community and whoever new comes along, well, they aren’t interested. No matter how many times they say out loud “we love having new people” and “it’s so nice you’re here,” you can feel it. When you enter the shop during the day, no one pays attention to you. Of course, I like anyone else like to be left to myself to browse, compare, ponder (and pet) yarns. But there is something about the atmosphere in that shop, just not welcoming. For a long time I thought it just came from me being nervous about not knowing anyone or not knowing all that much about yarn and having to ask stupid questions, but I know now that it wasn’t just me. And a little ‘incident’ that occured a few days ago convinced me that I really didn’t have a desire to go back.
I was there to pick out some yarn for a new baby cardi (you’ll be hearing about it soon!) and to finally get my 2mm needle for sock knitting! As I came up to the needles, I wasn’t sure which cable length would be best for knitting socks on one circular, so I asked the shopkeeper. This person responded to my question on whether 60cm or 80cm would be better for socks by saying “You need a longer one. It’s called the Magic Loop method. You’ll have to learn it.” in a very condescending tone, as if just because I wasn’t sure about which length would be preferable I must be some person off the street who just decided 2 minutes ago that she was going to knit socks even though she had never held a pair of needles in her hands. Furthermore, the only needles available in the size I needed were Addi Lace Needles, which have very sharp points (seriously, these needles are weapons!), and when I inquired about whether it would be better to buy non-lace and non-supersharp needles for the purposes I needed, my question was utterly ignored, as the person was obviously interested in making the sale as soon as possible rather than helping me get exactly what I need. May I add at this point that the shop was completely empty, so it wasn’t like I was taking the person’s precious time that could’ve been devoted to five other customers. In the end, I bought the needles, I figured I might as well try them, and left as soon as possible. With a thought in my mind: there are plenty of other lovely yarn shops in London where I am not treated in this way. I won’t be going back there in a while.
On the other hand, today I received a message from Lota’s mommy! The EZ cardi and the tiny shoes have arrived, they are thrilled by the ‘handiwork’ (as they put it) and have promised photos. :) I LOVE it when my gifts arrive to their destinations! It puts a huge smile on my face for the whole day. :)
p.s. Please feel free to comment on this story, but keep in mind it is not meant as an attack on this particular yarn store, nor do I wish to give them bad press, which is why I tried to keep the description as neutral and unrevealing as possible. I’d love to hear your (bad and good) experiences with yarn shop atmospheres!