I’ve been a little crazy lately.  I have actually convinced myself that I would make a great business owner and that I would love nothing more than to open up my own yarn shop.  The fact that I’ve never even set foot inside a local yarn store speaks volumes about my insanity.

Of course, I know that I can’t own a yarn shop.  Opening a store is incredibly expensive and unbelievably exhausting.  It’s also not very profitable for the first few years (when it’s the hardest)… or ever, really.  But a girl can dream, right?  I have lofty ideas — ones that will turn a profit (or that’s what I’m telling myself) — for my yarn store.  I’ve done everything but draw floor plans and 3-D renderings.  I have yet to come up with a name, though.  However, I know exactly what it’s going to look like, what kinds of supplies it will carry, how the window displays will be arranged, how the website is going to be run, what activities will be offered (such as Saturday Morning Kids Club for mothers who would like to bring their kids in with them, a Teen Night once a month to get teens interested in knitting/crocheting, etc.), where it will be advertised, what kinds of sales would best draw customers in, what kind of furniture would be most conducive to creating a cozy atmosphere…  I’ve even picked out a prospective location for the store.  (It’d be on a particular boutique-y street here on Staten Island, where there is only one yarn store that isn’t a Jo-Ann, Michaels, or A.C. Moore.)  I’ve also decided that this shop would sell teas, coffees, juices, and the like — but no food.  The art on the walls would be my friends’ pieces that customers could purchase.  To prevent little kids from pawing at the yarn, there would be handmade toys (that are meant to be handled by little tykes) adorning the lower shelves of the display cases.

See, I’m crazy.  I’ve thought way too much about this imaginary yarn shop.

…Oh, but how I’d love for it to become real.