I forgot the current nightcap (a plain blue one for a man to wear at night) in the car and now it's locked up in the freezing garage. I'll have to start another and retrieve that one tomorrow. Or Monday.
Of course, I was only supposed to knit 15 repeats and I've almost finished 17. Sigh. It measures 15 inches around where it's supposed to go around the top of the arm. My arm is 11 inches around. I cannot read or follow instructions it seems. To fog or not to frog. . . That is the question. Ravelers in the know suggest adding extra repeats at this point. To make the chest measurement bigger and the overall length longer. Or something. On the other hand I knit through a knot a few rows back. Might be a good time to tink back. Just 6 rows. Or perhaps I'll watch The Theorists (Teoretiki), the Belorussian version of Big Bang Theory, on YouTube. It has English subtitles. Google it.
Getting back to the subject of our travels in Iceland this Spring, here are some of the things we saw and did on the way to Vik, a town on the southern coast of Iceland which, as it turns out, is a centre for hand knitting. We had hardly started out when we decided that we had to stop to take this photo in Selfoss. The water was almost this turquoise colour. Yes it was.
A little past Selfoss is the fibre paradise known as Þingborg. I'm not sure how to describe this place. They have a shop, but it seems there is another part to it, further down the road, where there are almost certainly fibre related activities going on. Their website is all in Icelandic, but you can tell it's not just a shop. The woman in the shop spoke English. I was too reserved to ask many questions. Now I'm sorry that I didn't. She asked me if I spun and I said that I used to, for my mother and she gave me a look look that said, "I know your type." Oh, and there was an extremely cute dog na…
Melanie Berg's new pattern Drachenfels is stylish and well written. And it has me fairly snookered. It's Sunday afternoon and I have just finished re-doing the same 6 rows that I knit on Saturday morning - for the umpteenth time. It's like a brain test and I'm not passing. I think that it's because of the counting. I'm the person who knits without looking. I must slow down. The pattern is entirely garter stitch and is knit on the bias, increasing and decreasing at the beginning and/or the end of certain rows. I keep knitting past the place where I'm supposed to decrease. I hope to spend less time in the frog pond and finish this week. Almost every row you see here has been knit over at least one extra time. It will be lovely to wear it.