607 W. Douglas Ave.
Wichita, KS 67213 (Map)
Tue, Wed, Fri: 10 - 5:30
Thu: 10 - 8
Sat: 10 - 4
316.262.yarn • (316.262.9276)
a new twist SHAWL CLUB
**We're still working out the details for the club, stay tuned!**
What it is
A discount club for shawl patterns and yarn.
What you do
Buy a membership that entitles you to a 15% discount on a featured yarn and pattern each quarter for a year.
A different yarn and pattern will be featured every three months, and the discount only applies during that quarter.
The membership is $15.
See the theme and patterns.
When does it start?
The first shawl will be for the April-June quarter of 2014. You can join at any time, and your membership will be good for four shawl patterns, or about a calendar year.
Is there a deadline to finish the shawls?
Will the club have meetings?
Yes! We'll meet the 2nd Thursday of every month, form 6-8 PM at the shop. The first meeting is May 9th.
How will I know about the patterns? What if I have questions? How do I meet other members?
Join the Twist Shawl Club Ravelry Group!
What's so great about this club?
It's fun to knit-along! The spacing of the projects allows plenty of time to complete them, and each pattern will increase in complexity so that you can build your knitting skills!
Spring (April - June)
Strands of Pearls
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
---Midsummer Night's Dream
Summer (July - September)
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
Fall (October - December)
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
--Desdemona, in Othello
Winter (January - March, 2015)
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop profound.
I'll catch it ere it come to ground.
And that distilled by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him MacBeth on to his confusion.
--Hecate, in MacBeth
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