Less sweating. More sheep.

At this moment, my body might be huddled next to the small fan that blows coolish evening air (and a perceptible quantity of city grime) in through my bedroom window, but I assure you, my mind is taking a vicarious vacation to the Welsh countryside.  Blodwen, a site which sells and celebrates all manner of traditional Welsh handicrafts, provides the necessary visual stimuli.

Doesn't that final wooly duo just kill you?  Also loveable: Blodwen's manifesto.