With the help of my sister-in-law Magda, I ended up coming away with a modest booty of wool, sticking to my guns and not getting more than what the patterns I had picked out called for, which is rather hard to do at this festival. With the wide array of color choices and some of the softest yarns you'll ever come across I kept getting pulled in to the booths and oggling the skeins on display, but then a rational head prevailed as I looked down at my meager wallet and remember all the yarn I have waiting for me at home.
On another note, it seems as though the festival is growing in size every year bringing people from all over the country, which Ris rather a cool little thing if I do say so myself. It's refreshing to see people your age (20 somethings), both men and women, buying up yarn and knitting, after all it's not just for little old ladies anymore...
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