En blogg av en irländska, skriven på svenska och engelska.
Just scroll down to find the English bits among the Swedish, or vice versa.
Ta Gaeilge agam freisin, más é an rud é go bhfuil éinne eile le Gaeilge ag léamh mo bhlagsa.
Ich verstehe auch ein bisschen Deutsch, je parle un petit peu francais och klarar av lite norska med.
Wondering about the background of the blog? They're the Cliffs of Moher, in the neighbouring county, County Clare, 8km long, 700m high, and magnificent. Well worth a visit if anyone is around the West of Ireland
Sunday, February 21, 2010
sagan om en tröja, the story of a sweater
This is a sweater I knit for my then boyfriend, my now husband, aka the Swede, in the summer of 1989. I absolutely love the wool, it's Kilcarra, as far as I remember. I like those colours, although the Michelin man effect on the sleeves is not the most flattering. And I really enjoyed knitting it, I remember that I knit it while I was working as a summertime youth hostel warden in a suburb of Dublin. Aaaaah, sigh...nostalgia...
Anyway it turns out that the Swede is a very warm-blooded creature, and he isn't a fan of big woolly sweaters. He hasn't worn it in years!
I got an idea last night, why don't I frog it (rip it) and knit something for myself out of it. So here's a shot of it, before it meets it's maker in the next few weeks.
Now to look for a suitable pattern to do justice to the wool!