The one shop in New York City that I had a specific address for and that I was given just enough time to go into was Purl Soho. I felt like a crafting zealot making a pilgrimage to the mecca. I’m not sure what I expected exactly, but it was great fun to be in the shop and looking at all the raw material – felt, fabric, yarn, thread. To see a bowl of Margie Oomen’s crocheted rocks, and a rack of Charlie Harper needlepoint designs. I felt a little shy too and made no attempt to announce to anyone “Hello there, I read you all the time and I have a blog myself, where I occasionally break into creative song and dance!” No I just quietly made a small purchase of purple embroidery thread plucked from a jar of purples, sitting on a shelf with other monochromatically categorized jars of thread. Then smiling to my own little self, I walked out of the shop happily tucking my purchase and a sweet little business card (proof that I had made the pilgrimage) into my bag.