Yarn as Souvenir

The thing I like most - so far - about the Yarn Harlot's new book, is all those moments of 'Oh! I thought I was the only one who...'
I haven't felt like this since I found out that other people have panic attacks. (Thanks, Christine, for reminding me of that.)
I understand yarn as souvenir, and I have touristy photos to prove it. My friend Angie lives in France, outside a small village with a large chateau. On market day she helped me buy some sock yarn. OK she did all the buying. I no sprechen ze Franche.