|From the hotel - I love yarn day :-)|
Just around a corner a bit out of sight and surrounded by noise from shoppers and with the smell of a thousand different spices. There she stood. With all her yarn on the biggest market in Europe situated in Riga.
|I wind up the yarn outside to avoid dust.|
All the colors and the wonderful feeling of wool just captured me totally. It was like my knees gave in and I could not understand the yarn heaven I entered.
It sort of exploded in my head and I was starting a yarn hoarding that may qualify as compulsive.
When I came back the third time she just laughed and and said: Ohhhhhhh!
I picked about 6.5 kilos. 1.5 kilo for a friend - the rest for me. I put it all in the freezer for at least 72 hours.
And then - I took it outside and apart from one hank they are all winded up.
Yarn is so much better to bring home than plastic souvenirs. I may have exaggerated a bit...
I have nothing to say in my defense other than this has the price of what I would only get a little over 800grams in Norway for.
I have read somewhere that the Latvian does not like to sell their wool yarn as they use it for themselves.
I do not know if that is true, but the yarn was nowhere to be found other than in that little stall at the market. As I mostly use wool in my knitting this is perfect.
The yarn holds no label but it is 100% wool in 2ply. It seems a lot like Finull I use so much.
I wish I could have asked the yarn seller about her stall and the yarn. But language was an obstacle but she told that it is pure latvian wool. A very nice woman. I thank her for her smile.
It is pure potential. Every ball or skein of yarn holds something inside it, and the great mystery of what that might be can be almost spiritual
|From the market - is this wonderful or not?|