Sunday, 26 February 2012
Adrafil yarn man nearly eaten alive
We have a craft club on a Thursday in the shop. This is one of those clubs that formed because my Mum and her friend Debbie happened to come and craft with me on a Thursday afternnon. Then Natalia started dropping by, then Hazel, then Bernadette... you get the idea. I say craft quite deliberately because Mum rarely knits, she makes art batts, and Debbie sometimes knits but she just as often spins, and so on. We had quite a turn out this Thursday, with Elaine (who usualy only makes Sundays as she works in the week) a welcome addition to the usual crew. And I did warn the very nice man from Adrafil that Thursday was fine but my craft club would be there in the afternoon. So he really should have known better. He came through the door, this tall dishy Italian bloke, with a suitcase full of yarn. I mean, what did he expect walking into a shop full of women who crave yarn as much as chocolate. I have to say he handled it all rather well, considering. And we let him leave with a nice big order so I dare say it was worth it for him. As he left he whispered to me in a slightly panicky way 'next time I'll make a proper appointment'. Bless.