When Joe and I first started dating in college, I brought him to my hometown for a friend's wedding. I showed him around my city and we took a walk in one of my favorite neighborhoods, one that's densely populated, has loads of character, and libraries/coffee shops/butcher/bakeries/schools all within a short walk. We walked down the street and said how cool it would be if we lived here one day.
We certainly didn't expect it to happen. You say things like that all the time, "wouldn't it be cool if..." and "what would it be like..." When we did settle down and buy a home, it was a small one in that same neighborhood. It was where I first started the store, before it outgrew our small space. Before we had a child and amassed the brightly colored accoutrement. Then we moved out to the country, to a home and barn large enough to accommodate our growing family and business.
There was a particular building in that neighborhood that was always my favorite. I had this image in my head that if I ever owned business, that building would be perfect. Beautiful brick. Arched windows. Opportunity. My evening walks took me past that property, and allowed me to fantasize about the possibility.
What does it take to turn possibility into reality? A magical combination of sock yarn, loyal knitters, and tenacity? Can I bring you with me on this adventure in restoring a dream? I hope you'll join me, because demo starts Tuesday.