I just got back from Borealis Yarns, the independently owned yarn store I was talking about yesterday. It’s very close and conveniently located and I can’t believe I never saw it in all the years I’ve lived (and worked) in the neighborhood.
Not surprisingly, I almost chickened out as I approached the store. I almost kept driving. I just knew that the store was going to be all bright and pretty inside with friendly yarn loving staff just waiting to greet me with cheery hellos…how terrifying! Social anxiety is such a jerk!
Instead of driving past and regretting it, I pulled over, squared my shoulders and walked boldly into the shop. I even looked for the store employees so I would be ready with a “hello” when they spotted me. I was relieved when not one of the three women even noticed me walk into the store. They left me alone while I shopped for yarn and they were friendly when I was ready to check out. I couldn’t believe how well it was going!
Then a woman next to the counter asked me if I wanted her to wind my yarn into balls. OMG…start the freak out!
I got all flustered and asked if they really needed to be wound into balls. All three women turned to me with looks of horror on their faces and said “yes!” Then I mumbled something about being able to do it myself. That must have been a weird answer because the first woman asked if I wanted her to do just a couple so I could get started right away. I got even more flustered and said that I had to get back to work. Then one woman asked me what I was planning to make and another woman complimented my sweater and the third complimented my yarn color choices. I think I answered the way a normal person would but I can’t be sure. All I could think about was getting back to my car.
People with social anxiety will understand how this shopping trip was a complete success! I made it into the store, I bought some beautiful yarn and I probably didn’t actually make a fool out of myself. I know that it’ll be easier to shop there next time which is exciting because the women were all my age and really nice…not “annoying” nice, just “excited about yarn” nice. And I’m also excited about yarn…so they can’t be that scary, right?
I’m going up north this weekend to visit my parents so I won’t have much time to work on my ripple blanket. But, it looks like I have nine skeins of yarn to wind into balls so I’ll still be busy. How annoying.