We had dinner last night with a bunch of crazy Icelanders. OK. They weren’t really crazy. Actually, they were some of the sanest and polite people
I’ve met in long time. Intelligent
conversations (except my input about the travails
of shopping. Why did I talk about shopping? I hate shopping. And how arrogant Apple is for putting
out their new iPhone with that tiny new charger thingy that means we all have
to go out and buy an expensive adapter, which should really just cost
pennies. And that I'll stick with my 3G and my hubby to his Android, thank you very much).
But back to those really nice people from Iceland. Their husbands are the best
dressers. Really. If my own Mr. Darling would dress like an
Icelandic man he would get a lot more action. I really think that’s true. But then again, if I dressed more like those sassy fashion
forward Icelandic women, then I’d probably feel
like getting more action. I’ll
have to talk to him about that.
The occasion of the gathering was a surprise birthday party
for my sister-in-law. Her generous
husband treated all of us and their two beautiful daughters and a tag along
boyfriend to an evening out at an Italian restaurant. At
that table, we had representation from Denmark, Iceland, Sweden, Holland and if you
count my mutt-pedigree, Austria, Scotland, England and Norwegian - all sitting around a table with a life-sized
bust of Pope Benedict. It felt unusually global for a girl who grew up thinking the
Schmidt family down the street was exotic because their name didn’t end with a
“son” – Johnson, Anderson, Thompson.
A highlight of the evening (besides discovering that one can eat Paleo at an Italian restaurant) was when I managed to score an
invite to Sigga’s house where she will show me how to knit an Icelandic Lopi
sweater.
They cost hundreds of dollars to buy; even more expensive if you include the airfare to Iceland, but you can also learn to knit, buy the yarn and spend 50 hours making your own. Of course, I already knit, I have lopi yarn left over from my last trip to Iceland, and I’m hoping with Sigga’s expertise, it won’t even take me 50 hours to finish.
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They cost hundreds of dollars to buy; even more expensive if you include the airfare to Iceland, but you can also learn to knit, buy the yarn and spend 50 hours making your own. Of course, I already knit, I have lopi yarn left over from my last trip to Iceland, and I’m hoping with Sigga’s expertise, it won’t even take me 50 hours to finish.
So here’s to surprise birthday parties, Pope Benedict XVI
and wool sweaters!
Skol!
4 comments:
Is the paleo diet making you feel like a rockstar? Curious minds want to know!
The Pope thing is slightly creepy. Lopi sweaters work up super fast. You're in for a treat. Here's an excellent tutorial for how to hold the yarn for stranded work: http://www.philosopherswool.com/Pages/Twohandedvideo.htm
Don't you love it when things just happen like that? Creepy Pope thing though, but I'm sure it has started many a conversation ;)
Randi, You're so hilarious. Thanks for the nice little note on my blog. I'll send you an email when I'm not too lazy to get up from the couch and use our desktop computer that has our email account on the dock.
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