I was going to post an entry with lots of pictures, but the blogger picture thing is being annoyingly slow, so I bring you this rant instead.
Once upon a time, I was an anthro major at Penn. (And by "once upon a time, I mean "until I graduated a week and a half ago.") Penn has a great museum of anthropology and archaeology. I basically lived there.
In the museum is an exhibit from Canaan, that has a lot of Bronze Age and Iron Age artifacts. There's even a model of a 3-pillared building, complete with goats, and a mannequin of a woman spinning wool on a drop spindle.
According to my advisor, who helped organize the exhibit, that mannequin costed the museum over a million dollars.
So here I am, in the land of wool-spinning artifacts, and I hit up a yarn store. And what do I find?
There's some cotton. There's some acrylic (like a whole store full...)
BUT ABSOLUTELY NO WOOL!!!!
No sheep for me. No alpaca. No possum. No yak. No bambo or soy-silk for that matter. It's all cotton and acrylic.
What the hell is wrong with this country?
And where did all the wool go?