There should be a word for that

Geoffrey Chaucer said it best and referred to books instead of yarn, but the sentiment is the same.

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The trouble (or awesomeness) with living in Norway is that one can never really escape yarn. Although a visit to the nearest local yarn store necessitates a 30 minute ride on the subway, but anyone claiming that it’s impossible to buy yarn in this corner of Kristiania has forgotten the supermarket around the corner. The latter is where the yarn moratorium went all wahoonie-shaped on Friday — but really, with 100% wool going for 5 kr per 50 g ball (about $US0.75 each, in other words) how could I help myself?


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