I thought this was going to be a relaxing weekend. Ivy had other ideas. Ivy decided we should open the store today. We all know Ivy is quite capable of opening the store herself but when Ivy asks, “Hey Dad, do you want to hang out in the store with me Sunday?”, what do you do? I was confused, we are not normally open on Sunday. I wondered what she was up to. Ivy reminded me this was Yarn Fest weekend. I thought my Yarn Fest responsibilities ended a couple years ago, whe

Today is the first Sunday of Spring in 2019. It is beautiful here in Northern Colorado. I can look out my window and see what’s left of the three inches of snow we received on the first Friday of Spring 2019. I usually get up on Sunday make the morning coffee and write about things that are important to our store and the rest of the world. Today was slightly different. Starting with the coffee. Elaine recently purchased a coffee machine that someone needs to put in the r

Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the Bomb Cyclone, I fear no evil, because I had been to the grocery store and we did not lose power. In the sixteen years Elaine and I have lived in this house, we have seen more snow, but we have never seen snow with wind and cold like the Bomb Cyclone. We didn’t open Your Daily Fiber Wednesday, because we could not get the SUV down the driveway. (I just mentioned Your Daily Fiber to get the yarn stuff over with and out of the way.

The last couple of weeks of construction have been pretty rough. Between the cold weather, self-important, twenty-something inspectors, angry contractors and indecisive project owners, I am ready to get back in the store and carry heavy things for Ivy. Three days of the last two weeks, have been too cold to work outdoors. When this happens, I sit in a construction trailer pretending to get caught up on safety reports and paperwork until I feel like I can go to the gym. Wit

It is a beautiful Spring day here in Northern Colorado. The Colorado sun is pouring through the window as I type. One particular day, this past February the dogs woke me very early. After I let the dogs out, I made myself a pot of coffee and sat down at the computer. I saw a live stream of what looked like some kind of festival coming from the woods of Pennsylvania. There were thousands of people watching a bunch of guys in Abe Lincoln hats waiting to pull a chubby looki