woolythyme

solveig....

Hello.

My name is Solveig. 

I just got my innards and hair last night.  I dreamed of being a redhead, but short of having to have a real honest to goodness dye job, that wasn't going to happen.  I'm actually sort of glad I didn't have to settle for lavender hair. It was close.  I don't mind being a Scandinavian blond.  Just don't tell me any blond jokes.  I'm actually very intelligent.

Now that all my parts are in order, I can concentrate on finding a way to stowaway to Iceland.  I have a mission.

You see, the love of my life, Lars, was separated from me when I was just a pile of spindrift scraps.  How I miss him.  I think we might have some kind of an Icelandic connection, and I intend to find out.   Eeep!  The plane leaves in less than three weeks!!!  And somehow, I'm going to manage to be on it.

Please note:  I'm wearing a wedding cap!!!

Hey, a girl can dream, right?

 

Ast,

Solveig  

(I'm practicing my Icelandic!!)

meet lars...

When the weather turned chilly last weekend, I couldn't wait to dive into my WIPs and dig out a sweater.  Idlewild by Julie Hoover was dragged out.  The back was already done!  Happy dance.  I actually marked where I was on the pattern.  Happy, happy dance.  I could recover one of my favorite stitch markers and some of my favorite addi lace needles if I finished this.  Happy, happy, happy dance.  A couple repeats of the pattern and I've shoved this back in the closet. I'm thinking about trading out the stitch marker.

Distracted....again.  (It's really hard having the attention span of a gnat.  We've had this discussion before, right?)

Two--three months ago I signed up for a photography trip to Iceland....December 2018.  And this is just about all I can think about.  I should have dragged out the Icelandic sweater I'm working on....

instead, I started....Lars.

  He's very excited to be going to Iceland.  In fact, he's been looking at cameras so he can participate in the workshop...even though he doesn't have any hands yet.  I've been trying to tell him that the verdict is still out on whether he's actually going on this trip.  He's wearing a BLUE sweater...reason enough to leave him home.  And then, we have my attention span thing going on. What kind of a guarantee is there that he'll even be in any shape to travel, although with 13 months to go I supposed I shouldn't squelch his wanderlust excitement quite yet.

I might have to knit his hands last, though, or he'll have his bags packed before I do.