I finished the Garter Heel socks last night, and blocked them -- they are still too damp to model, so I picked up my Setesdal-style scarf this morning. It was not at all difficult to figure out where I'd stopped, even so many years ago, so I'm off and running. Well, not running, really -- I timed myself, and it took me about eight minutes for a two-color row, and about six for a plain one. As Bertie Wooster might say, I hardly know whether to laugh or weep. These O circular needles have rather sharp points, hard on the fingertips, and a wonky join too, so that every time I adjust the stitches I have to tug to get them past it, and it sounds like ripping.
Oh well -- I still really like the way it's turning out. Something about Scandinavian knitting really speaks to me, especially the Setesdal lusekofte. I think it's the miles of quiet with the bit of razzmatazz at each end.
I also love the neatness of the underside, the way that the strands weave themselves in and out so tidily.
I had decided upon Elizabeth Zimmermann's advice to use her "sock toe" scarf end, but I was still so wet behind the ears, knitting-wise, that I used a bit of dark green wool for the waste stitches, which of course left little green fibers in the white -- I think I've picked out most of them, but you can still see the shadow of a line there!
I got a big kick out of this wonderful photo from the Norwegian Wikipedia article on luskekofter --
The photo was donated to the Municipal Archives of Trondheim by the teacher, whose name was Kristian Flønes -- it's the boys of the Trondheim Framhaldsskole in 1959. A framhaldsskole, from what I understand, was where those students went who hadn't qualified for gymnasium (what we might call prep school), and was the "more practical and less theoretical" track. Although only one of these boys looks like trouble, yeah, you can see that they aren't really prep-school material -- but what a wonderful collection of faces and personalities and sweaters! This would have been just on the brink of the teddy-boy haircut for schoolboys -- you can see one certainly, and some others just about there. Only one of the sweaters is a really traditional luskekofte (though with a turtleneck), on the boy to Mr. Flønes's right; there are a couple more modern versions on two boys in the front row, and a typical Fana cardigan also in the front row.
Well, I must admit that I wasted a bit of time just now -- as one does, upon hearing that something is going to take you hours and hours of slogging -- on some of those silly internet quizzes --
The funny (scary?!) thing is that I guessed at probably 75% of the questions -- I knew the answers to the history questions (Hitler, the Stasi, etc.) but guessed at most of the others. Would you pass the German citizenship test? Take this quiz and find out!
I also should live in Hobart of all Australian cities, I'm actually from the US (or France, depending on whether I answered "nachos" or "crème brûlée"), I am between 173cm and 178cm tall (which is about right), with my time machine I should go to either ancient Egypt or ancient Rome (depending, strangely, on whether I answered "dog" or "horse" respectively, as my favorite animal!), I "am" Ingrid Bergman ("The discreet beauty of this actress was perfectly complemented by her low-key character. With her unostentatious refinement she often needed a second chance to cause an impression, but once she did it was overwhelming"!), I'm very good at the plural forms of words, and in a past life I had an affair with -- wait for it! -- Leonardo da Vinci! ("But when you stood to model for him, he was so impressed with your education and your intelligence that he briefly forgot everything else around him. How fortunate that you were already married, otherwise the world would have missed out on many ideas and innovations"! no, that rates two exclamation points ... !!)
I did manage to find, without any trouble at all, a Super Yarn Mart ruler in my sewing drawer --
not so long ago as to be "before" metric, but old enough not to bother with area codes.
Here is some of the yarn I squirreled away, lots of red, two greys, and black, with unfortunately only a few balls of white. It is a sturdy, serviceable wool, not spectacular but surprisingly fine-gauge for a workhorse wool, which is why I was so amazed to find it among all of the acrylics and novelty yarns. Plus ça change.
And how long have I had this?
1988. My goodness.