Inside All Books

Monday, I took my great grand mother's spinning wheel to this wonderful crazy cool store in downtown Chattanooga. An 81 year old lady named Polly owns this place. It says All Books, but that's not all.

You open the front door and walk in to this. As far as you can see, bags and bags of roving in every color, skeins and skeins of yarns, spinning wheels in every size and color, hand knit scarves and vests and leg warmers. It just goes on and on and on. Also carders of different sizes. A knitters paradise! And Polly. She is something else. She sits in these chairs all day, spinning, knitting, talking to all who enter.

This is just part of the bags of roving she has here. There is a lot more, around the corner, down the rows of bookshelves, on top of shelves.

And spinning wheels all over. In the aisles, on top of shelves, in the windows. She let me try 3 different wheels. I stayed there about 5 hours.

Here's Polly, in the pink shirt. The wheel by the door is one I tried. I liked it. It's tall. The one she's on, I tried. Then she opened a box with a Ladybug wheel in it. I really liked that wheel. And might get one.

This is my great grandmother's wheel she used to make clothes for her family. It's mine now. Polly checked it out and even redid the string for the wheel and bobbin. It works pretty good. She said I should sell this one and get a new better wheel. Well, I can't sell this. I was the only one in my whole family, I mean cousins, aunts, uncles, that was meant to have this wheel. It will be here as long as I am. I'll use it til I can afford to buy another one.

I did put some money down on a new hand crank carder. Really want one bad.

Anyway, Polly said I can come back anytime and sit and take more spinning lessons. She's really a nice lady. I'm so glad I walked past this store one day a few years ago.

(I'm so sorry. I already posted about my GG mother's wheel. Now I can't figure out how to delete the photo. So I'll just apologize for double photos!)