I had a moment of weakness. A friend of mine lives not far from the Colinette mill in Llanfair. I was going for a visit a couple of days ago and had no choice really but to pop in. I promised I wouldn’t spend any more than £10 in the sale room. It didn’t work. They had mini skeins of Jitterbug, their sock yarn in the sale room. I just couldn’t help myself.
I have decided though, that this was not entirely my fault. It would have been rude of me to go to my friend’s house empty handed and we hadn’t passed a flower shop, so obviously yarn was the next best thing.
It is not a good idea to go in there when you are between projects. It is a dangerous inspiration. The way the colours cascade down the walls like waterfalls made from a rainbow… It takes all my self-restraint not to throw myself at the displays! How can you resist a wall of fire, or a stand of blues and purples that look like a lagoon waiting to be dived into?
It is such a tactile place; wicker baskets and plenty of hand knitted blankets draped over inviting chairs. The yarns are not twisted up and popped into pigeon holes; no, they are lose skeins, hung from stands showing them in their true colourful glory. It is impossible, even with your least favourite yarns, not to bury your hands in the colours.
I’ve heard a lot of people (yarny people that is) confess their urges to smell yarn, hold it against their faces for that soft sqooshy test. This place is the kind of place where you simply cannot resist.
It doesn’t matter if you love or hate Colinette yarn, their mill is beautiful. It makes me think of Willy Wonka’s factory. Just off the sale room, you can peep through a little window in a door to where the magic happens and the yarn is dyed. Haven’t seen any strange little orange men yet, but who knows?
I am also very lucky that my other half and my children love trains – they can spend just as long looking at the Llanfair narrow gauge trains at the other end of the car park as I can getting cosy with the yarn. A fortunate coincidence?
I took these photographs to show a friend and convince her she must visit but I guess it’s a little rude not to share with you too. Enjoy!
Ok, so I had a little relapse from my yarn diet. So I caved a little with my vow of no more yarn. Everyone can have a weak moment, right? I will try harder next time. And take flowers.