We’re in Portland today because we wanted to take Boogermonkey to the children’s museum. That will be a post in and of itself (there are PICTURES!), but I want to talk for a moment about today’s voyage to Lint (store blog here).
Now, anyone who knows me knows that my sense of direction leaves something wild to be desired. Not as bad as Tonya’s (love ya, babe!), but close. So google maps has become my good friend, and I’ve been known to quadruple-check directions and STILL need an extra 15 minutes to get somewhere, just in case. So I know, theoretically, where Lint is (downtown, 17th & Marshall if you don’t click the link), and off I go. Down Burnside, into downtown. No problem, right? Problem one: you can’t fucking turn left any goddamned way off of Burnside. So I turn right, planning to go around the corner, down a numbered street, pop onto Marshall and bada-bing bada-bam. Except I go down 14th, which (unbeknownst to me) spits you onto 405. THE HIGHWAY. INTERSTATE FOUR-OH-FIVE. Shit. I see an exit: Vaughn St. Alright, take the street. Problem is, I’ve gone over a bridge of some sort (hard to tell, it’s raining & dusk). Rule #1 of driving in Portland: don’t cross a bridge unless that is your original intention. Crap. So I think to myself, “Yarn radar. Turn on the yarn radar.” And there, at the intersection, was NW 23rd. For those of you unfamiliar with Portland, that means nothing, but let’s say it means that I wasn’t as far off as I thought I could be. Down 23rd up the alphabet from W (the named streets downtown are alphabetical, starting with Burnside), and BOOM there’s Marshall! And there’s 17th! AND THERE’S LINT! Very nice little shop, I helped an older lady (probably mid-50s/early 60s) pick out some good manos del uruguay (wildflowers colorway) for her daughter-in-law’s scarf, got some blue sky alpacas sportweight in tangerine for a semi-secret project, and 2 more skeins of manos del uruguay (flame colorway) for the Interweave submission. Such a nice shop, really great selection, young helpful fun staff, they host knit night there on Tuesdays for you Portlanders, and the chairs looked comfy I didn’t stay as long as I would have liked, but I’ll probably be back at some point…or not…I want to eventually get to every yarn shop in Portland! I’ve heard amazing things about Yarn Garden.