Saturday, April 19, 2008

In The Beginning - pt. 2

When Dennielle and I returned to the States, I could not wait to get to a store and buy some knitting needles and a book or two to teach me how. Dennielle didn't really have the time and I was too impatient to wait, so, I went online and found a cool site that had exactly what I needed - little videos to show me how... Talk about excited. I learned to knit, purl, increase, decrease all in the same day! I didn't like how my purls were looking and that is why my first scarf was done in garter stitch. I still don't like how my purls look, but that does not stop me anymore.


My first scarf in Alafoss Lopi
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Enter Maria.
My friend Maria is originally from Iceland. She knows how to knit, weave, sew - you name it. Right now she's taking a glass class! When Maria found out that I had started knitting, she immediately brought in some of her work so that the two of us could sit in the lunch room at work and knit together. She has since been my 'teacher' and a huge source of inspiration. She is also The source: Right now I have one of her looms and her spinning wheel because she recently moved back home to Iceland and really doesn't have the room for it all. So - I'm saving for the day when the call comes and I have to buy my own - but for the moment I think I'm safe... Keep weaving, Donald!!! ;)

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

In The Beginning - pt. 1 - a quick history (me & yarn)

1966 ~
Born March 10, in Washington D.C.

~ 2004
It all started one November, when my friend Dennielle was awarded a trip to Iceland for participating in a usability test-thingie for an airline website. I was the lucky one who was going with her. She was so excited to finally be able to see the Icelandic sheep whose wool she had knitted a few sweaters with... Sheep? Wool? Knit? Who's Pearl?
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Alafoss Lopi
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Anyhoo, we were in one of the yarn stores in downtown Reykjavik. I was helping Dennielle decide on a color for her next sweater. I touched the yarns. I saw the colors. I wanted to do something with them. Just then, one of the clerks asked if I knitted. "Nope, I'm here with her", was my answer. "Well, why not?", was the reply. In a split second, the question "why not?" resounded through my head. I looked at her, shrugged my shoulders and said, "what should I get"?

I decided to get 3 different colors of Icelandic Alafoss Lopi (quite scratchy). I could get needles and instructions at home. . .