The amusing thing for me about Saturday was the parade of handknits that I saw. I spotted a lady wearing a nice lace shawl that I could tell was handknit. I asked her if she made it, and she said no – her daughter-in-law did. It was a nice conversation opener, and we discussed that it was a cotton/linen blend because she doesn’t like wool – it is too “scratchy.”
I really should have made her feel my Mountain Colors 4/8ths wool scarf that I was wearing, because it is not scratchy at all. But we must be careful in converting the non-knitters over to the wooly side.
The one that amused me the most was the man that I spotted at the end of the row of booths walking towards us. I knew, even from far away, that his sweater was not possibly machine made. Those cables were a thing of beauty that no machine could produce. Ok, maybe a machine could, but I just knew.
Turns out that he was wearing his grandfather’s sweater from Austria. He was from Munich (woot! Munich!) and his sweater is a part of the “traditional” German attire. Think lederhosen and things like that. It was wool – that I will admit had a little scratch to it when I dared to cautiously touch his arm, because again, we don’t want to scare the non-knitters. It was a lovely khaki/beige color, and it was beautiful. I really wish I had asked him to pose for a photograph, but I was in such awe of the sweater I really wasn’t thinking clearly. It actually reminded me a lot of the sweater which Victor made and posted about back in September.
Now I can’t focus on my Trig, because I want to knit a sweater. Right away. One that will keep me warm in the cold when I go north for the holidays. Must knit a sweater. NOW.