The Yiddish term for shame is "shanda," as in "Oh, that's such a shanda!" A perfect phrase to apply to the closing of a yarn shop.
Yesterday, Mom and I trucked over to Posh for the first day of Sylvia's sale. Many regulars were there, moping but enjoying each other's company--and buying yarn (see above). Sylvia made Posh a welcoming, stylish place. I'll never forget one cold afternoon when Sylvia thrust fresh, hot brioche into my fist, steaming and slathered with Nutella. No doubt I left with a bag of yarn and a butter coma.
To be able to knit in community surrounded by beautiful yarn is a blessing and our neighborhood could use a yarn shop. But having written about retailing for many years, I've come to appreciate the struggles small business owners encounter, especially that sense of entrapment, of always having to be there and be on.
Posh has fostered friendships, enhanced stashes and inspired many projects. I've got a bag of new yarn bursting to become a warm birthday shawl and a Nake-id surprise. And lovely memories.
Sylvia, via con dios, Baby! Here's to your freedom, good health and new fiberlicious adventures!