I never thought I’d visit Kansas. There certainly wasn’t anything there worth seeing. Then, I married a Kansan.
My husband grew up in an unincorporated town on a gravel road just outside three other small towns. His grandparents lived a few miles away and raised sheep and cattle. His graduating class was about 30 (mine was almost 300)!
We are in Kansas for Thanksgiving. This morning, I got up, plucked a sheep, spun my own yarn, and crocheted a table cloth.
Just kidding. I’m spinning you a yarn.
I did find yarn in Kansas, though. As a date, my hubby took me to a yarn shop in Lawrence–The Yarn Barn. It’s located right downtown close to the college among an eclectic group of shops and coffee shops. I’ve been to yarn stores that were the size of my living room, but this one was large. They had high quality yarn of varying weights and compositions. 
We looked at every shelf touching the different yarns and ooing and ahhing over the softest ones.
Ok, I was ooing and ahhing.
My husband was quite taken with the weaving looms that dominated the front of the store and the spinning wheels at the back. The people at the Yarn Barn definitely take their yarn seriously, and weaving-an art in itself-is a large part of that. They have a mail order business shipping where they ship yarn and weaving supplies all over the world.
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We have many looms on display, ones you can try weaving on too! #schacht #wolfpup #weaving
I couldn’t leave the store empty handed. I mean, my husband was willing to buy me yarn and I couldn’t pass up that opportunity. I got six skeins of an acrylic/wool mix that hopefully you’ll see in the form of a blanket soon.
In the meantime check out the Yarn Barn’s website, and maybe stop for a visit when crossing the midwest via I-70.