Ok, so yesterday was the big opening day of the Webs yearly tent sale. I had never been to this sale – which is a shameful admission, I realize! But 2019 would be the year to finally bite the bullet and do it. My friend Tom, ever the enabler of all things fiber related AND of my brief forays into the world beyond, INSISTED that he would drive me to the sale and back and encourage any and all purchases. With such a trusty guide, I really had no choice but to take the plunge!
We braved the traffic and arrived just as the store opened on a magnificent, warm sunny spring Saturday. We had to park in an adjacent overflow lot and thread our way through cars to a narrow hole in the fence between the lots. Much like Dante, after having completed his infernal journey, I was met with this wondrous and ethereal sight on the other side:
Virgil…er, Tom hung back to defend our shopping cart to the teeth while I plunged into the melee, grabbing hanks willy-nilly out of the $3.50 bins, scuffling and bantering with my fellow sinners, and generally having a heck of a good time. We then entered the second and third circles, these within the warehouse, and piled weight into our already overburdened shopping cart.
Finally, after many hours spent on the ever-spiraling path, the sea of all wisdom (that’s Tom) guided me toward the long line of fellow penitents waiting to purchase their goods. The rather brusque and exasperated angel at the register took one look at my haul and raised her eyebrow in a knowing way. Yes, we did fill seven large bags with yarn. It can’t be helped.
I made the trip and lived to tell the tale, and now I hope to make the Webs Tent Sale a yearly adventure. Tom has offered to guide me once again next May. In the meantime, I must start knitting my way to salvation. Yes, it will take an eternity of labor and repentance. I know the journey will be worth it.