Flying Fingers is a yarn lover's haven, with natural fibers from all over the world stacked up to the ceiling in colorful balls and a friendly knot of patrons gathered around a table practicing their craft. The business is a family affair: one afternoon mom Elise Goldschlag fields questions behind the counter, while son Dillon balls yarn on the balcony and the next moment, gives a young customer a knitting tutorial.
Dillon also drives the "Yarn Bus," an unmistakable vehicle topped with giant yarn balls that picks up and drops off NYC-based customers for free. The idea for the bus began as a joke when Elise's father once admonished her about going into retail and "waiting for customers to come" and she said she'd just go get them. Whatever Elise has done since then seems to be working, since the store has become a trusted local favorite.
