First off, I'm thrilled by all the sign-ups. And I'm really proud of how many people are using what is essentially a cocktail party of a knit-along (come on over! bring your friends!) to really challenge themselves. We've got several people trying stranded color for the first time, and someone knitting their first sweater. Let me know if I can help in any way.
I'm also enjoying the loopholes people are using, including being related to Scandinavians (by marriage in several cases) and living in towns founded by Scandinavians or celebrating Scandinavian holidays. It's all good. But everyone seems to be wimping out on the lutefisk option. I can't imagine why. (Yes, I know what lutefisk is and have had some. I'm being sarcastic.)
Vigo Mortensen really is Scandinavian. He's half DANISH, not half DUTCH. He's fine. I need a geography lesson. I was out of my mind or something when I typed that last post. So anyway, if you think Vigo is hot, you're still in. Except I might need to disqualify myself for totally flunking the geography portion of this knit-along.
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I've been working on the straw-green sweater all week (I started it last Tuesday - with luck we'll have a sleeve photo by the end of the day) and I'm not sure, but it might be responsible for a chronic pain flareup. I can't figure how, though. I haven't been knitting THAT much at any one time, I'm using wood needles (flexible) and the yarn is light and fairly soft and stretchy (alpaca-tencel blend). Usually with that combination of factors, I'm in good shape.
It could also be the thirty-five pound baby I haul around every day. I think it's far more likely. So I'm not lifting her if it can be avoided (I'm changing her on the floor instead of the changing table, which in the long run will just shift the problem to my knees) and hoping for the best.
At any rate, I may be drugged to the gills for the next bit. Brace for much profanity.
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Speaking of profanity, I don't suggest yelling "Bugger!" in an English pub. Even if the English pub is on American soil. Apparently they all knew what it meant.
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Most Americans have no idea what bugger means, so that is very funny. Tell them it's all bollocks and doesnt' matter - and most people outside of England don't know what you mean!
It may also have been the hilarity value of hearing an American say 'bugger'. I have a colleague from Chicago who says it quite frequently under her breath at work...
I'd suggest varying it with 'pillock', next time.
What about Estonia or Latvia? Are they close enough to Scandinavia?
There's that 13th c. Estonian mitten fragment,
(78 K .pdf file here:)
http://hem.bredband.net/annlyf/13thC-knit-fragment.pdf
and all those gorgeous mittens from the NATO summit in Riga:
http://www.rigasummit.lv/en/id/cats/nid/698/
It's 78 degrees F. and I'm thinking about mittens.
Hey, I've eaten lutefisk! As well as pickled herring! Maybe I should join...
I love rollmops (pickled herring). I think that qualifies. I'm very keen to try lutefisk. I'm intrigued.
I think Americans saying bugger is hilarious. It's my most used swear word. I also use it when I'm in company where saying fuck wouldn't go down too well. I find them quite interchangeable.
rofl Bugger was my Grandmother's favourite name for anything that irked her. Well, Bugger, buggered, buggering . . . you get the idea. And yes. She knew what it meant. This is the same woman who taught me to say "I was born on a pirate ship" with my fingers pulling my mouth out at the corners.
Cocktail party? Will you bring the keytinis?
All, right, I'm in. I don't know what I'll knit, but hey, I've drunk aquavit. It's got a kick.
I've gotten to the point where I change the diapers w/the baby standing up. (Unless they're poopy...that could be disastrous!!!) Yeah--they know all those cool words in an English pub...bugger, arse, bollocks...it's distressing to those of us who like to swear in English because bad English is overrated...
I am finally going to take the plunge and join the strikke-long. I think I can probably commit to something of a smallish project. I even ordered a (used) book; can't wait to see its actual condition, haha.
Oh, I'm 1/4 Swedish, ya sure, you betcha, and I used to live in St. Paul, Minnesota. Heck, that's practically all the way to Scandinavia, ain't it? ;-)
And I could use a drink!
Let's see...entry points... have eaten pickled herring, love Vigo, will be watching LoTR in October and working on Thordis (Hey, Iceland was settled by Vikings -- that's gotta count for something!) and maybe even do another Nagano hat. So please sign me up and pass the aquavit or keytinis!
You could teach the baby to climb the changing table and then change her and have her climb back down. That's what I do because it's killer on the back otherwise.
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