There's no point in wearing a traditional Icelandic jumper unless you can say, "What, this old thing? Oh, my genuine Icelandic grandmother knitted it for me years ago. Of course, I've had it since before they were in fashion."
Well I've spent the last three years trying to recruit random yet genuine Icelandic grandmothers to knit one for me, to no avail. The reply always came back the same: "Sorry, but I have a long list of genuine Icelandic granddaughters to knit one for first".
Hmmph. I at least wanted to be able to say, "What, this old thing? Oh, my co-worker's girlfriend's cousin's wife's genuine Icelandic grandmother knitted it for me years ago. Of course, I've had it since before they were in fashion." So, a bit desperately, I sneakily bought one from a shop, in disguise, when nobody was looking, with the full intention to lie about it to anyone who might ask.
Unfortunately, the one I chose didn't have any sleeves. In the shop mirror it looked kind of cute, more like a woolly t-shirt really. But by the time I got home I couldn't see the point of a woolly t-shirt. My arms were cold. And anyway, it looked crap on me. And then somebody pointed out that I'd bought one that hadn't been finished, by mistake.
This week I tried again and bought another one, with sleeves this time. Oh, it's so cute! I finally found one that makes me look like a proper Icelandic granddaughter, instead of a foreigner in a woolly t-shirt. Trouble is, I bought one that was a little bit too small; partly because I wanted it to be snug and sexy*, and partly because there was a 4000 kr. price difference. I wouldn't mind, it's just that the sleeves are a little bit short.
Does anybody have a genuine Icelandic grandmother who might knit some extra bits to go on the ends for me?
*Yes, woolly jumpers can be sexy, here is Rebekka to prove it.
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I'm all out of genuine Icelandic Grandmothers, the winter collection is due to be delivered next month. But I do know a man who knows another man...
ReplyDeleteoh! I've wanted this thing for months now. I was this close to actually buying it but then I'm probably gonna have my friend's genuine Polish mother who used to live in Iceland knitted it for me.
ReplyDeleteHa! Similarly, last winter, I bought some Afghanistan slippers (or hippy socks as the sales assistant called them) to appear more Brightonian.
ReplyDeleteBy summer, a pair were being sported by the hottest Big Brother housemate. My fashion designer friend was impressed to find a pair of "Sezer shoes" in my bedroom.
As for your knitwear, I feel tight is just fine and undoubtedly sexy.
Are those suckers itchy on the inside? What kind of wool's used for them?
ReplyDeletei dont have an icelandic grandmother either but more interestingly my blog is now about food and also you can see me in my red dress.
ReplyDeleteNow that you've gone and told everyone on your blog/nk the truth, who are you going to tell the Icelandic Grandmother story to?
ReplyDelete(I recently bought a short-sleeved sweater for the fall, and when I got home thought "What was I thinking?" I've never understood the whole warm-chest cold-arms thing.)
I managed to piss on the sleeve last night. I was on the verge of being annoyed but I was convinved by genuine Icelanders that it just makes it more authentic.
ReplyDeleteI will tell the genuine grandmother lie to everybody who doesn't read my blonk.
Dad, that red dress looks ridick on you.
I could lengthen the sleeves for you, but unfortunately I'm in Reykjavík only a few weeks per year. And of course I'm not a grandmother which sort of ruins the whole charm. I'm not even a mother.
ReplyDelete(I'm a friend of Bjarni's, in case you're wondering!)
Thank you, Sigga Sif, for the offer, but the sleeve issue has been resolved already (by walking around with them stretched down into my fists).
ReplyDeleteJust checked out your site. This is the coolest picture: http://siggasif.klaki.net/snaps/travel/iceland/island_s05/browse.php?48
Mjög impressed.