A Day in the Life of a Yarn Store Manager

Today, I helped walk-ins find yarn, and everybody bought something. One lady bought $300 worth or Prism WildStuff, that I wound into balls for her, which made me a little nervous, but I did it perfectly. Maria complimented that I'm really good with customers. That's my favorite part of the job, since I can relate easily to yarnaholics, and it always makes me feel good to see happy knitters.

I could probably be a little lazy at work, and knit store samples, but I just can't sit still when all that beautiful yarn is out of order. I love to untangle and rewind the balls, then stack them so the matching colors are together and the labels are facing the same way. My goal is to prepare a true inventory count, because compared to the computer, many of the numbers are off. My goal is for everyone to know what's available when customers call, with just a few clicks of the mouse, rather than taking several precious minutes to dig through the shelves, only to learn the yarn isn't there. My coworkers point out that I'm a big organizer. Is that a nice way of saying I'm obsessive-compulsive? In this business, I think it's an asset.

I haven't been knitting as much since I started at the yarn shop, except for a few socks rounds, and some swatches for future projects. Working exhausts me, since I'm on my feet all day, so when I come home, all I want to do is fix dinner, turn on the tube, and prop up my feet. After bedtime rituals, I knit for a bit, read knitting books, mags, or blogs, and fall asleep fantasizing about designing a project. I'm leaning toward another ragland short-sleeve top, with some lace detailing, completely knitted in the round....