In my Sophomore year I had the good fortune of a roommate that knit, and friends that knit too. I think that was a little unusual for 1985. And we all knit with Lopi, mostly hats and sweaters.
|Lopi Icelandic, 1985|
Knitting this Icelandic sweater was my salvation during finals, guided by Knitting in the Old Way by Priscilla Gibson Roberts.
|an update with a nod to my daughter|
In 1985 my friend Skooie was taking a class in elementary education, and one of her assignments was to learn something new, something she knew nothing about. So we all taught her to knit. We started her on a hat in the round. She had many teachers, and also many followers who wanted to learn to knit as well. She would pass her knitting to non-knitting friends and let them have a go at it. Gauge was never considered, and I think maybe which direction to knit in may have confused her once or thrice. She soldiered on, never frogging a single stitch, and ended up with a hat that would fit a rhinoceros, horn and all. With the hat on her head, she gave a presentation to her class on her learning-to-knit experience and I do believe she earned an A. And she became a tremendous school teacher.
In other news, I have finished my un-named cowl made from recycled yarn, as well as a pin to hold it just so. And my man has finished one wood shed. We're rich.