So one evening in Vienna, I find myself at my wit’s end – the hat I’d been knitting is now ready for straight needles and I don’t have any. I can put that aside and knit something else, but what I brought isn’t working out and I need a different pattern or a different size needle.
Short version: I have nothing to knit.
This is dangerous territory, especially with a long flight ahead of me.
I whip out my phone and as soon as the conference has wound up for the day, I high tail it to the Wollewein yarn store. It was so cute!
Tucked into a gorgeous street right around the corner from the wine bar where everyone was to meet up in a couple hours, it could not have been more perfect.
Her yarn selection is good and artfully displayed.
This is a city that loves art – here’s the painting in the shop:
It’s a duplicate of a painting in the museum, I think the Belvedere, but what fun to wind yarn under this.
And of course I found a local yarn to take away with me …
Soon after a nice chat and a wander through the yarn store, I headed out and around the corner to the wine bar where we met Ronald.
And my team …