My friend, other Marcia, and I made a fiber trek to Massachusetts yesterday. It was sort of spur of the moment. Neither of us had anything else on our calendars, and there was no snow in the forecast--ideal conditions for a fun road trip.
We made our regular stop at WEBS (aka Knitters' Heaven) in Northampton, and then followed the trusty GPS to Easthampton to a place I was most interested in checking out.
The store occupies part of an old 1920's vaudeville theater on the town's main street.
Inside the front door is a small shop with all sorts of hand-felted treasures.
A hallway in the back leads to a huge open space (maybe where the theater sets used to be stashed) that's filled with all sorts of fiber goodness.
I soon found the needle-felting fiber I was on a quest for and grabbed up many handfuls to replenish my supply.
I'm usually not much of a shopper, but this place just sucked my credit card right out of my wallet. I don't know if it was the abundance of fibery delicacies, or the history of the old building, but I felt an overwhelming desire to sing and dance.
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