This April my family took an amazing two week trip through the southwest. We saw 7 National Parks and lot more in between. One of the towns we stopped in was full of Native American kitsch for tourists.
There was a weaving room with amazing (and stunningly expensive) Navajo weavings for sale. While I was looking, a woman came and started weaving on a big rug on the loom. She would weave a few inches of the appropriate color, then if she was done, simply break off the yarn by untwisting it a bit and pulling. It was wool singles in naturally dyed colors. I asked her who made the yarn, and she said it was made locally, and I could find some in the grocery store. I had found my souvenier!