The first chill of the season always brings that familiar itch – not the one from wool sweaters, but the one that whispers cast on something new. There’s rain in the forecast, leaves in the gutters, and on the shelves of our little yarn shop: a quiet bit of magic

There’s a certain smell in the shop right now, part lanolin, part cardboard, and part pure joy. Bags and boxes are stacked like yarny fortresses, half-opened and spilling colour. It’s glorious chaos, the kind only yarn people understand. I may have gone a little overboard at Knit City (you can’t