I live in a town near a city that’s big enough to have a football team. We have a Triple A baseball team, a zoo, several event venues, a convention center, hundreds of restaurants, and a humongous ocean at our doorstep. There are several JoAnns and Michaels, and a ton of Goodwills (close to a dozen) and a mega-mall that has every retailer I can think of except for Macy’s and Nordstroms. There are probably fifty theaters close enough to patronize, even though they all show the exact same movies.
I’d prefer to be a country girl, but I admit to finding the conveniences of living in a town near a city some of the best of both worlds.
My KnitPicks catalogue arrived today. This always gets me excited and often I can’t help myself and order things I don’t need. But the other day I was in one of the three small needlework shops that are within a radius of about 60 miles from here, and I had a little panic attack wondering what this area would be like if this shop went out of business… or if either of the other two went belly up. And it was at that moment I decided having the option to hang out at my local yarn shop was more important to me than saving a dollar or two a skein online. I also did a little on-the-spot math with shipping costs. Please don’t get me wrong, I love my catalogues. I love saving money. But I love going to yarn shops and needlepoint studios and quilt shops that are charming and smell good, and have things I’ve never even seen on the Internet.
I ask that you think for one moment how diminished your life might be if every bricks and mortar yarn shop was driven from our cities and towns because they could not compete with catalogue or Internet prices. Food for thought.