Ljubljana hosts a huge shopping area which consists of several separate buildings. We tried shopping there but soon became tired. I managed to catch a glimpse of knitting yarns which were stacked in a small shop. However, they seemed to be acrylic yarns (estimated by the eagle-eyed Anne from a distance of some 15 meters) so I didn't even enter that shop. Instead, I was happy to find this crochet exhibition. And just in case you're wondering: nope, those are not my feet in one the photos.
A dead end for the first day's search.
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Mahtavan kauniita nuo virkkuut. Voih kun osais ja olis aikaa. Systerille sopis just toi merihevostaulu.
Knitting has come to me quite naturally. Our whole family does something with their hands (knitting, crocheting, cross stitching), even my father has knitted himself mittens when he was only a boy. At the moment I'm really lucky, living in Central Europe and having a relatively easy access to German, French and British yarns. And that shows in my flat. I really enjoy all the different colours and the structures of the yarns and am always trying some new stuff, techniques, patterns. And this may sound like a cliché, but for me knitting is a journey, you never know what you're going to encounter on the way. Love the experience; whether I finish a garment or not is irrelevant.
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Mahtavan kauniita nuo virkkuut. Voih kun osais ja olis aikaa. Systerille sopis just toi merihevostaulu.
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