08/01/2025
‘Twas the night before the Tour, when all through the state
Not a Yarnie was stirring not even a spouse;
The project bags were set by the door, in hopes that daylight would soon be there.
The wish list was nestled all snug in my phone, with visions of mini skeins, alpaca and hand-dyed.
And I in my handmade all flecked with mohair, had just settled in, dreaming of stitches because….
When out in the driveway arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tripping on my yarn stash,
When what to my wondering eye should appear, but a fiber friends car with eight skeins in the rear!
And she whistled and shouted and called them by name,
Now Merino! Now Mohair! Now BFL and Lincoln! On Cashmere! On Targhee! On Cotton, Linen! To the county line! To the edge of the State! Let’s sort out our plan, we’re gonna go far!
So out to the yarn shops soon we would zoom, with bags full of yarn and hearts in full bloom.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on my phone, A message from Jenny who Crochets alone: “The first shop has buttons and sock yarn galore! And rumor has it, there’s cashmere next door!”
I dressed in a flash- my project bag ready, my wallet, my notions, my planner held steady. My “Yarn Life” enamel pin couldn’t be missed.
We gathered our crew and we mapped out the day,
With car snacks and playlists and cafe’s to stay.
The shops would be bustling with bundles and bins, with patterns, and minis and raffles to win.
So here’s to the yarnies who count down each year,
To that magical moment the time draws near.
May your skeins be untangled, your gauge spot on,
Happy Yarn Tour to all and to all a good night!
