A Knitter’s Pilgrimage: Why Yarn Shops Are More Than Shopping Trips

A visit to a yarn shop is never just an ordinary shopping trip. Yes, we may walk in thinking we need a skein of sock yarn, a set of needles, or “just one little thing” to finish a project. But let’s be honest: a yarn shop offers something far richer than supplies. It offers permission to pause.

In the middle of busy lives, a yarn shop gives us time for ourselves. It is downtime. Quiet time. Creative time. It is a place where we can step away from errands, obligations, and the noise of the world long enough to ask a wonderful question:

The Joy of Not Having a Plan

What could I make?

Sometimes we enter a yarn shop with a specific project in mind. We know the pattern, the gauge, the yardage, and the exact color we hope to find. But just as often, we wander in with no plan at all. That may be the best kind of yarn shop visit.

We touch a hank of wool. We pause over a color we would never have thought to choose. We notice the soft shimmer of silk, the rustic beauty of hand-dyed wool, or a label telling us the very breed of sheep that produced the fiber. And suddenly, creativity wakes up.

We think, What could I make with this? A shawl? A scarf? A hat? A gift? Something practical? Something extravagant? Something we don’t need at all, except that it would bring us joy? That moment — when yarn begins to suggest its own possibilities — is one of the small pleasures only knitters truly understand.

Finding Your People

Whether the yarn shop is down the road in your hometown or tucked along a side street in a place you’re visiting, there is almost always someone there who “gets” you. The shop owner. Another customer. A fellow traveler with yarn in her bag. Someone who understands why you are excited about a luxurious all-wool yarn, why you want to know where it came from, and why a label with the name of the sheep can feel like a treasure.

Non-knitters may not understand this. They may see shelves of yarn and wonder what all the fuss is about. But another knitter knows. Another knitter understands that yarn is not merely a product. It is possibility. It is texture, color, memory, skill, and imagination wound into a skein.

Yarn Shops as Travel Memories

When I travel, I love visiting yarn shops. Some people collect magnets, postcards, or souvenir mugs. I come home with yarn. A skein from Canada, Spain, France, or a little shop discovered by accident becomes more than something to knit. It becomes a memory I can hold in my hands.

Later, when I make a scarf or shawl from that yarn, I remember the street where I bought it. I remember the woman behind the counter. I remember the sound of another language, the basket by the door, the color that caught my eye, the thrill of discovering that knitters everywhere speak a common language.

Even when we do not share the same words, we understand the gesture of touching wool, smiling over color, and imagining the next project.

A Small Pilgrimage

That is why I think of yarn shop visits as a kind of pilgrimage. Not a grand pilgrimage, perhaps. No long mountain trek. No ancient road required. But still, a journey.

We go looking for beauty. We go looking for inspiration. We go looking for a little time apart from the ordinary. We go looking for materials that may become gifts, garments, comfort, or art. And often, we find more than yarn.

We find conversation. We find encouragement. We find new ideas. We find a renewed sense of ourselves as makers.

Why This Matters in My Books

This is one reason knitting so often finds its way into my fiction. In my novels, knitting is never just something women do to pass the time. It is how they remember. How they heal. How they create community. How they carry beauty through difficult places.

In The Prayer Shawl Chronicles and The Knitting Guild of All Saints, yarn becomes part of friendship, faith, grief, and comfort. In Knitting Through Time and Knitting Under the Orange Trees, knitting travels across centuries and continents, linking women whose names history may have forgotten but whose work mattered.

Because knitters know something important: A single strand can become something strong. A quiet hour can become a gift. And a visit to a yarn shop can become the beginning of a story.

I hope you have your own wonderful knitting story! Blessings, Cindy

Cynthia Coe is the author of The Prayer Shawl Chronicles and its sequel, The Knitting Guild of All Saints. Her newest novels, Knitting Through Time and Knitting Under the Orange Trees, explore how knitting spread through Europe and on to the Americas. Follow her here on the blog, at http://www.cynthiacoe.com, or on her Amazon Author Page.

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An American Knitter in Europe

When traveling in Europe, one of my favorite excursions is to find a yarn shop and buy a few skeins to make a shawl or scarf while traveling. I always find luscious yarns (and all wool!!!), meet interesting people, and have an experience I’ll remember as one of the highlights of my trip.

I follow the map on my phone down a quiet street in the South of France. I’ve already bought lots of yarn in Paris, but I’ve managed to break a set of circular knitting needles during my travels. Darn, I’ll have to find another knitting shop in Nice!

The quiet street is located just a few blocks from the Mediterranean, and there are only a few local people around, running errands on foot or otherwise going about their business. I find the tiny knitting store, but it’s closed. Peering in at the brightly colored yarns inside, I know it’s the place for me. I make a pharmacie run for wonderful French cosmetics and wait for the owner to return.

A French Knitting Shop

Bonjour, Madame!

The knit shop is open, and a handsome Frenchman of a certain age is seated behind a small wooden counter. Several other customers have squeezed inside the shop as well. I get in line and eye some skeins as blue as the Mediterranean, and all wool as well.

Bonjour, Monsieur,” I reply in greeting, as I’ve been taught to do upon entering any place of business in France.

When the customers in front of me have finished purchasing their yarn and needles, I repeat my greeting and explain in my bad French that I need 3.5 mm needles, circular if he has them.

This is NOT the big box store experience we have in the United States! There are no racks of needles and knitting supplies lining the walls, available in large quantities to pluck off and head to the self-checkout.

Instead, the handsome Frenchman pulls out a drawer underneath his counter, frowns, rummages around a bit, and finally comes up with two sets of circular needles in the size I need. I select the bamboo ones…and point to the skeins of Mediterranean blue yarn as well.

After profuse “mercis” for bailing me out of a knitting emergency, I pay, tuck the needles and yarn in my tote bag, bid the handsome shopkeeper “au revoir,” and I’m on my way.

Shopping the Old-Fashioned Way

Walking back to my hotel, I realize that this was how all shopping used to be, long ago. You didn’t “browse” or do “retail therapy” – shopping as recreation. If you needed something, you went to a specific shop and told the proprietor exactly what you needed to buy. You would have formally greeted the shopkeeper, and he (probably not a she) would greet you formally in return. You would buy something made of natural materials, and you would certainly not stuff your purchases in a plastic bag.

Knitting Memories from Europe

I’ve truly enjoyed all my excursions to buy yarn and knitting supplies in Europe. The yarns are always much higher quality than those on offer in big box craft stores in the U.S., and there’s always that personal interaction you rarely get in the big box stores.

In Montreal, I got to buy small-batch wool from local sheep – and with the name of the sheep attached to the label! In Spain, I got to buy the famous Merino yarns, actually made in the Merino region of Spain and at much more affordable prices than what we pay in America. In Portugal, I got to buy local Portuguese yarn as well, and the shawl I made while touring the country has become one of my favorite souvenirs ever.

The next time you travel, check out a local yarn shop! Even if you don’t speak the language, you’ll meet a local shopkeeper who truly knows their products. You’ll get high-quality yarn, and maybe you’ll make your own precious souvenir to help you remember a wonderful little excursion.

Bon Voyage and Happy Knitting,
Cindy

I’ve started a new travel blog, aimed at women in their “next chapter” after retirement, child-rearing, or other big life changes we all eventually face. Please check it out at www.travels-with-cindy.com.

Do you love knitting and travel? Travel through time through my fictional histories of how Knitting got to Europe and the Americas by reading my books, Knitting Through Time and Knitting Under the Orange Trees, both available in paperback and on Kindle, included in Kindle Unlimited.

Cynthia Coe is the author of The Prayer Shawl Chronicles and its sequel, The Knitting Guild of All Saints. Her newest novels, Knitting Through Time and Knitting Under the Orange Trees, explore how knitting spread through Europe and on to the Americas. Follow her here on the blog, at http://www.cynthiacoe.com, or on her Amazon Author Page.

Knitting and the Spontaneity and Relaxation of Travel

I just returned from a vacation tour of Portugal. Some of my most relaxing moments involved sitting on the bus, knitting and watching the budding vineyards and olive orchards of the Portuguese countryside go by.

This was my first big trip overseas by myself. I had gone with school groups, with family, and with my husband, but never alone. And I loved it.

I found a tour company that offered “solo” tours for those of us who are widowed, divorced, or traveling alone for any reason. I eagerly booked a trip to Portugal, a place I had never been. That was part of the fun, discovering and exploring a country I knew little about and making memories solely mine.

As a knitter, I naturally researched and found yarn shops in Porto and Lisbon, thinking I’d pay them a visit and maybe blog and post photos of these new-to-me shops. However, that didn’t happen. My tour kept me on my feet and exploring all kinds of sights, sounds, and activities I would never have discovered on my own. I took naps during the few hours of downtime in those cities, never getting around to finding those yarn stores.

Yet I found a wonderful yarn store without any planning or looking at all. While walking around a lovely pedestrian street in the old part of Coimbra, an ancient university town, I happened to find one right smack in front of me. I stepped in to find two entire walls of the shop stuffed with bins of brightly colored Portuguese wool, available for far less than I would have paid in the US. I eagerly purchased three skeins of wool yarn in a mustard yellow color, the same used to decorate tiles and houses in this town and in many other parts of Portugal. I learned that the use of this yellow color was introduced by the Moors centuries ago to symbolize happiness and sunshine – just the color to symbolize my adventure here, too.

Why only three skeins? I wanted a project just for this trip. I wanted a small, manageable knitting project I could work on in the bus, as I relaxed at the hotel before going to bed, and maybe even on the long plane ride going home. And that it was. I made a shawl, using a memorized pattern and favorite stitch combinations, constructing my own personal souvenir of a green and pleasant land feeding me with healthy and delicious food, green wines, and the charm of centuries past.

I will have this shawl for the rest of my life, the sunny yellow of the wool reminding me of a perfect day in Coimbra, eating pastel de nata (custard pastries!) and milky coffee for lunch, strolling the streets with new friends and happening upon a yarn shop, walking down cobblestone streets to visit a cathedral I swear I’d already seen while writing a scene in a novel under construction.

I’ll remember quiet drives on that big comfortable bus with a seat to myself, calming and pleasantly knitting that yellow shawl, glancing up now and then to see the vineyards budding in the springtime, my mind forgetting anything anywhere else.

With blessings for calm, quiet knitting…wherever you may find yourself, Cindy


Cynthia Coe is the author of The Prayer Shawl Chronicles, a series of fictional stories woven together by the theme of human connections made through prayer shawls and the craft of knitting. Her newest book is her first historical novel, Knitting Through Time: Stories of How We Learned to Knit. Learn more by visiting her Author Page at this link