Spin Me a Yarn

Three balls of this...
And two balls of this (so far, that is).

I finally summoned up the courage to go into the yarn shop I pass on the way to the Duomo. I get goosebumps every time I go by it and after seeing the yarn Cynthia got a couple of weeks ago I decided any embarrassment from not being able to speak Italian would be totally worth it. Side note, the imperfection of my Italian has stopped me from going into shops and buying things that I really like so far. It's a little ridiculous and I've been telling myself that the worst that could happen, should I try to speak Italian, is that I look silly, and that's not so bad in the grand scheme of things. But, I still get a little nauseous... so it's a work in progress. I've always been like that with things I'm not perfect at, but here in Italy just communicating brings it out, while in the U.S. it takes a bit more to bring out that fear of being wrong. Ah well... a learning experience.