Even though I'm living in Massachusetts, Maine holds the tightest grip on my heart when it comes to the fiber arts. My GG used to knit me sweaters when I was growing up using Bartlettyarns, spun in Maine. I came across some the other day, and that smell made memories of her flood right back. When I was nine, I took knitting lessons at a little shop in Bridgeton, Maine. The woman who owned the shop had shelves of the stuff. It's amazing how smells can be so vivid after such a long period of time. Apparently my yarn sniffing addiction is deep rooted.