Buying wool in La Alpujarra
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Finding wool in the Alpujarra turned out to be a lot harder than I expected. I thought all those nice little old ladies would be whiling away the autumnal nights sitting around knitting by the fire. Hopefully with some homebrewed local liquor. They have quite a few of those local drinks that they produce after a nice meal and some of them quite literally take your breath away.
However if the oldtimers were knitting, they were doing so in secret and with clandestine wool, procured at night from an anonymous van, in a dark courtyard, because there wasn’t a shred of yarn in sight, even though some of these villages, the more touristic Bubion, Pampaneira and Capileira are infested with what looks like homemade carpets, sweaters and scarves. But no wool. Maybe they fear competition? I could take that fear away…
Now I have been quite happily ordering wool via the internet. It’s wonderful wool, in great colors and I always get very excited when I see a woolly shaped parcel. My shop’s called The Woolly Jumper and they have lovely, chunky yarn. However, the post only comes up here once or twice a week and so my yarn takes up to three weeks to travel up the mountain. I am not that patient. So, driven by impatience I actually asked a grumpy old man who was making something hideous woolly fire hazard to hang on your wall if I might buy some of his yarn. No way. If I wanted yarn I could bloody well go to Granada and get it myself!
Luckily, I am not only impatient, I am also quite determined and after asking scores of people I did, finally, find a wool shop in Orgiva. It’s on 2, Calle Real and it’s called Tricot. On Wednesdays there’s even a knitting group!
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