Myers House yarn store

I wouldn’t normally put a yarn store trip in a blog post, but this one rocked. It has been a bad week and Hubby had stuff to do on Saturday so I drove out to Myers House on my own. The store feels like a library, except you don’t feel guilty for sneezing or laughing, and there’s tons of soft yarn to play with. It’s a relaxed place in the top floor of an 1800s house, no-one’s in a hurry, complete strangers stop and chat.

I was looking for yarn to make the Comfort Shawl from Knitting Daily. Wrote down the yardage requirements on a 3×5 card, and a wishlist yarn, 3 balls of Rowan Felted Tweed in Ginger or Rage. I like Felted Tweed, though I’ve never knit with it and I didn’t find any on my first pass through the store. I chatted with Nancy, squished some yarn, came up with a few alternatives, and on my second pass, I found it. Three balls of Rowan Felted Tweed in Ginger, huddled on a bottom shelf, waiting for me. It’s mine now. Chatted some more with Nancy while I bought it. Saw Susan outside and chatted with her for a while.

I know everyone has different tastes in yarn stores, but these ladies made time to chat, asked how I was, and it felt so good to be known and remembered in a rotten week. Thank you.


  1. I was at Myer’s House yesterday too and they are so wonderful up there. If you look at my blog, you can see my story of being up there – they took the time to help “fix up” the spinning wheel I “rescued” from someone who was no longer able to use it. Nancy spent an hour going over it with me and telling me what I needed to do for care of it. They are always like that and they remember EVERYONE! It’s one of my top 3 stores in the area and is always worth the trip.

  2. Hmmm, maybe it’s just me but they were rude to my mom and I. I’d just moved to the area and it’s the closest yarn store to my parents’ house so that’s where I headed the first weekend I was here.

    They made me feel like a complete outsider for asking for a yarn they didn’t carry. After making me feel like I had weird taste in yarn, one of them said, “I guess we could order some.” However they never called to tell me my order was in. Maybe I’m just used to a Southern standard of niceness, but even my mom doesn’t want to go back there anymore.

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