I lack the cultural context, but, as a knitter, I can't help but be tickled by any reminder of the country that brought me these:


Not to mention quite a few yarn and spinning fiber mementos, among them the felted merino yarn for the Pine Bark sweater that I'm happily knitting away on now. It's getting exciting and a wee bit suspenseful. Exciting, because I've nearly reached the top of the first sleeve. When I get there, maybe I can pin the pieces together and get an idea of how the whole affair is going to work out. :) Suspenseful, because I'm starting to have some irrational worries about whether the yarn will go far enough.
I think it can, I think it can ....
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