I love strange yarns. I love yarns from far off lands. Not the big company name ones. I love the ones that came from little farms and little countries. I also love rare yarns. I have collected many. Some of which are from Afghans for Afghans. Afghan women spin the wool . I also have some that is Quivet, Cashmere, and Yak.
But I must say that my favorite is the stuff that friends bring back for me in their travels. I was noodling around the back bedroom this morning and found this:
My friend Lori brought this back for me from Nepal. To date, this is the farthest I have gotten my yarn from. I love this yarn. I keep thinking that I am going to knit a Sherpa. Lori knows that my deep dark secret is that I want a Sherpa. I don't need him to help me climb, but it sure would be nice to take walks. It would look cool. Ok, so I went off on a tangent. I can't knit a Sherpa, but I can pretend that I am in Nepal when I look at my prayer flags and yarn that traveled all the way home with Lori and was for me.