Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
I'm always a little worried ordering stuff from the states with the exchange, duty and all. But shipping was fast (one week!), no more expensive than within Canada, and they have border fees built into the shipping so you don't get that unpleasant surprise.
Now, if only I could remember what I actually planned to knit from this stuff...