I mean, honestly, I didn't go to Spain with the plan to get more yarn. I didn't even actually go to a yarn store. Shocking, I know. But I still ended up with 3 bags of yarn.
Okay, so the story is that when we go to Spain we always rent a house for a week or two. This time we rented a house owned by a Belgian couple who relocated to Spain about 20 years ago. They were both very sweet. Turns out the lady, Mieke, used to be a knitter. She showed me just a few of the sweaters she had made over the years... holy crap. She was a prolific knitter and her seaming was invisible, amazing. *Swoon* And for every sweater she had a matching shawl/scarf. They looked a bit like scarves but much larger. For you who caught the usage of past tense, yes she WAS a knitter. I didn't know that there was a way back once we entered this life. But she had to stop knitting because of a racing heart and apparently she would stress herself out when knitting and go very quickly. (This was gathered from the English/Dutch mix that we were using, so I'm almost sure that's what she meant.) She is now back into painting, and again is a prolific painter.
So, she gave me a whole bunch of yarn that she had just sitting in Spain. About 40 balls of yarn. And a cone of yarn, I've always wanted one of these. The coned yarn (which she had a whole bunch more of in Belgium) she got when a factory (I think it was clothing, but again... language barriers and all that) in Brugge closed.
I'm still going through the yarn. So much yarn. Mostly lace and fingering weights.
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