If one of the criteria for living in a particular city or town is an amazing local yarn store representative of your ideal fiber haven, than Knit Purl Portland is at the top of my shortlist.
When I arrived in Oregon on Tuesday, I aggressively climbed over my fellow passengers as soon as the cabin door was opened (it did take a little long to align it with the gate – I briefly considered performing my exit row duties, but ultimately decided a limited amount of available time to yarn shop did not constitute an emergency to most people; I sincerely hope society reconsiders its definition), sprinted down the gateway, ran beyond the security line, and practically commandeered the first taxi I could find to drive me into downtown Portland.
I checked into my hotel to drop off my bags before heading to Knit Purl Portland, and as soon as the task was completed, began frantically spinning around my iPhone in order to establish my bearings and successfully navigate my adventure.
The hotel I booked was a perfect walking distance (.2 miles – literally about three blocks) to the store, and I was excited to be greeted by a sign that led to some of the most wonderful window displays I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon.
As if the fabulous displays weren’t enough, I was pleasantly delighted when I walked through the door and realized they were an accurately wonderful representation of the wonderful interior of the store, which was wonderfully organized, decorated, and stocked.
The selection was suburb and easy to browse – a wonderful balance of feeling inspired by the inventory but not overwhelmed. The entirety of the shop is surrounded by windows, allowing natural light to pour into the store, which enhances the experience exponentially.
After an hour of circling the floor of the shop, I was finally satiated enough to focus on my predetermined mission: purchasing a few skeins of Brooklyn Tweed yarn.
While most of the other displays are organized by yarn weight rather than brand, this special yarn had a corner dedicated to itself.
The binders on either side of the display are filled to capacity with all of Brooklyn Tweed’s available patterns, which made deciding on my purchase much more convenient, if not slightly more difficult (I was ready to lay down my credit card and purchase the entire stock – I’m grateful my bank knows better than to trust me with that kind of limit).
Honestly, I could have pulled up a chair and sat in this corner all day, but since time was limited, I honed in on my mission objective and was able to pick up a few skeins of loft in what I decided was my favorite color (thank you to both Sam and Diane for helping me make a choice, even though you needed to drag me kicking and screaming to the mirror so I could hold two colorways to my face in an effort to determine which would compliment my complexion the best). I apologize if I caused any physical harm to either of you (they assured me I didn’t) – I told you I wasn’t a fan of mirrors, and I meant it – but, the end result was worth the additional effort.
As I was completing my purchase, Diane casually mentioned a fun fact: Portland has no sales tax (this translated to me as everything in the city being at least 10% off), which meant I had a little money in the budget left over for something else. Knit Purl Portland also happens to be within walking distance of Powell’s Bookstore (the largest on the West coast), so I headed over knowing exactly what I wanted to keep me company on the plane ride home.
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect addition to my library, and as if the experience of Knit Purl Portland wasn’t enough, I could only feel as though I’d lived through a 24 hour fairytale as I settled into my seat Wednesday morning for my return flight, held a wound skein of Brooklyn Tweed’s Loft in my hand, and read through the first few passages of my newest book.
It was as close to heaven as I’ve ever felt. Thank you Knit Purl Portland, Powell’s, and the city itself for a truly magical trip. I cannot wait to come back . . . soon!