The Holy Grail

This is what I saw after leaving my children behind, 5 hours in the car a couple of hours walking after at least 3 metro switches...

The holy grail... with a fence!
Bummer...

Hey, but I'm not a quitter. A couple of museums, miles in too narrow shoes and the obligatoire pastries (...) later I returned to find this:

Complete and utter chaos dans la boutique.
La Droguerie (best metaphore a jewelry box) in Paris was chuckfull of people awaiting help.
Help? Why would you need help?
This is why:



way, way, way too many choises...


This is what happened to me:

And then I needed this:

Boyfriend dear came to the rescue and pulled me right back to reality with his non-believer remarks.

And so the story ends...
I didn't buy anything at La Droguerie in Paris.
NOT A THING!
yes
NADA
...

No worries though. About 4 hours closer to home, in Antwerp, there's a lovely shop called Julija's where the same yarn can be bought, in a much more relaxed atmosphere with nice people to help you (you still need help choosing) and great pastries in the neigbourhood.

Antwerp, I'm on my way!
(it's sale there too!)

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Did take home a lot of inspiration though!