When the Blackberry Market in Rathmines used to still exist, there was a old woman who had a stall that was just a room full of wool. It was packed to the ceiling and would spill out the door and you'd have to rummage deep within for whatever colour wool you were looking for. This was before knitting was cool again, though. Now you can get wool in little boutique shops in the Powerscourt Centre and isn't that what it's all about, really.
I could shout "Hipster!" at this a bunch of times, but... I've been knitting since the only places you could get yarn were Hickeys, Woollen Mills and that shop across from the Ilac Centre with sewing machines in the window. I still love going into any of those shops. I also love going into This Is Knit, the "little boutique shop in the Powerscourt Centre." I'll spend twice as long as I need to, out of wanting to make everything out of everything. This Is Knit is certainly fancier, and more indulgent, but there's no harm in that. It seems strange that someone who's interested in high fashion, when Dunnes covers your body from the elements just as well, would complain about not-strictly-necessary self-indulgence in another field.
I could really go for a yarn-shopping day.