The Jo-Ann's near my house has always been a stop of last resort for anything knitting or crochet related. This is the store that could go years without restocking its knitting needles and crochet hooks, let alone the yarn, and where the help is so stunningly clueless they can't even explain how stock appears in their store. I asked when they anticipated restocking the knitting needles, since they had NONE in stock, and got a blank look and "I don't know. We don't know what we will get, it's just whatever is on the truck." Okay, so you run out of stock and you are seriously telling a customer that you have no way to order more?. We must just wait, like the placid, slow-moving cows who work there, for the knitting needle fairy to smile and put some needles on the truck? So I avoid Jo-Ann's like the godforsaken hellhole staffed by morons it is, but I did have a 50% off coupon, and I wanted some handbag handles. They usually have those in stock. It was early, it wasn't crowded at all, I took a chance.
The store has had a makeover. The yarn section has doubled in size - it's all still novelty yarn and shit, except for a small supply of Patons Classic Wool, but it's twice as much mostly shit as before - and they now have a huge stock of needles, crochet hooks, and various notions and fun little things. I needed a size D crochet hook (I have a gazillion crochet hooks, but somehow no D?) and they even have the cushioned Clover hooks for the carpal-tunnelly challenged like me. I also found the bag handles I wanted, and the fall Knitscene. I was actually...happy. Not an experience I normally associate with Jo-Ann's.
And then I got in line at the checkout, and Time...Stood...Still. They can clean the place up but the staff remains the same - one register open, six people in line waiting while the broad behind the register got her ass kicked by said register while trying to process a return. After dithering around for the longest time, she actually sent the customer away and told her to come back later. Unbelievable. The next person in line of course wrote a check for about twelve bucks worth of crap. And of course his ID didn't match the address on the check, so Inspector Clouseau behind the register had to examine it for ten minutes and quiz the man writing the check. All the while the line is long, and there is only one register open. The rocket scientist didn't call for backup, and the other employees shuffling around in their placid, bovine way appeared totally oblivious to the restless mob.
So yeah, they've cleaned the place up and finally restocked the needles, but it's still pure torture to shop there. But at least I got my D hook and I can start crocheting a linen bag.
I will not be starting the linen shell anytime soon, because I who appear to own every size needle in creation do not actually own a 2.5 mm 24 inch circ., and such a size is way beyond Jo-Ann's comprehension. No problem, I have enough other things to do.
My Morehouse Farms patterns arrived today, so I could even, if I am so inclined, start that Barbizon Jacket. It'll take me until the weather is cool again to finish it. And I realized that my son is moving to a cool climate and I have been saving a really nice soft heathered brown wool for a sweater for him, and he'll actually NEED it this fall! Imagine. Lots to do, lots to do.