Rosie’s Yarn Cellar

A couple of weeks ago, we went town-shopping in Eastern Pennsylvania. We need to be closer to the Hub’s work, and it would be nice to be closer to NYC again, so a-travelin’ we went.

I Instagrammed quite a few pix of our travels, but the thing I didn’t show you was THE MOST AWESOME YARN STORE IN PHILLY.

Okay, it’s also the ONLY yarn store I’ve been to in Philly.

But you’ll understand why I was so jazzed if you’ve read Grounded then look at this picture:

The two ladies I met at Rosie’s Yarn Cellar were awesomely wonderful—and they liked my boys, which speaks volumes to me.

I’m hoping we’re able to find a place near Philly (but not too near) and I’ll keep you posted on that. It’ll mean yet another new opening to CraftLit, but that’s okay too!

In more ridiculous news…

Thing 1 noticed this pig…

when we walked into the place we’d found for dinner (Caitlyn & Cody’s Diner near Quakertown, it was supposed to have an arcade for the kids, but they’d closed it… sad face!)

However, when we sat down, Thing 1 said, “When I saw that pig in the doorway, I didn’t know what to do…” The Hub and I looked at each other and said, “Opening line!!!”

The boys agreed and we scrounged paper to have a story contest. See if you can guess who wrote which:

Submission 1

When I saw that pig in the doorway, I didn’t know what to do.

I had flown across the world to get away from it. It all started in the ancient time of last week. I owned a farm and tried to sell the pig. The next day I found the pig in its pen and a lawsuit in the mail. I sent him back and flew to California and woke up to find the pig in my room and carnage in the hotel. I sent him back and spent everything I had to get on the ISS*. The next day, I found it outside nudging the shuttle out of its dock. We got him on the shuttle and dropped him through the atmosphere.

Six months later, I walked out of the airport—he was waiting for me in the doorway.

I just gave up.

*International Space Station

Submission 2

When I saw that pig in the doorway, I realized it wouldn’t work...

If you hadn’t noticed I just stopped by a diner. I’m not sure which diner exactly but it definitely has something about pigs. There were millions of them.

“Remember,” said Mom, “we’re just here so Bobby can go potty.” Then we continued being chased by a cartoon tornado.

Submission 3

When I saw that pig in the doorway, I knew my time was up. The old man at the gas station had warned me, but I hadn’t listened. I told him he was crazy. I told him he was an idiot. And now, here I was, face to face with my fate.

“Beware,” said The Pig. Then he put a top hat on his head and walked out the door.

“Beware of what?” I asked, but it was too late.

Before I could even walk into the restaurant, a waitress came up and handed me a check.

“The Pig said you’d pay,” she said. I looked at the check.

“Eight hundred and seventy-two dollars?!” I yelled.

“The Pig eats big,” she said.

If only I had listened.