So, I live just 25 feet out of Washington DC, but 25 feet in the opposite direction of almost everything booming and fabulous. The housing boom has hit every adjacent county and neighborhood to DC but ours. While we live in an area with great green spaces and big back yards (and affordable houses!), our retail is basically limited to nail salons and the four dollar stores within walking distance to my house.
Sunday was a cold, rainy day. We had just driven 25 minutes to the nearest Petco only to discover that what I needed wasn't there. We drove back down Route 1 to a favorite Mexican dive for chicken mole and pulled up to a red light. On the left was an empty lot; on the right, among boarded up buildings and store front churches announcing revivals, in the lobby of an old bank building...A BRAND NEW YARN STORE - FIVE MINUTES FROM MY HOUSE!!!
We stopped. We went in. Unbelievable! The new owners were there; cakes and chips were offered, we got a tour (the Best Beloved on crutches - when he hobbled in, the owner's husband laughed cheerfully and said "Here's a fellow who won't be happy to hear that we were grandfathered in and don't have a ramp!"). They stock everything from dishcloth cotton to high end hand painted yarn.
As it turns out, the area has been zoned for a new arts district. A brew pub has opened across the street; a new yoga studio next door.
Wheels are turning. Maybe it's time to move the pottery studio out of the basement and find a nice storefront near by...hmmmmmmm.
Anyway, how lucky am I? Instead of trudging down to Capitol Hill to the nearest yarn store praying to find parking, I now can hop in my car and zoom zoom, five minutes later, be picking through Noro silk or Debbie Bliss Superwash. I can hand out there on Wednesday evenings and meet local knitters...
Nothing if not content,