Late in the evenings strange noises have been emanating from the bedroom.
Rustling of pages being turned, followed by heavy breathing, gasps and moans.
This has been the bedtime reading the last month here at Born to Knit:
Yes, I´ve been slobbering over Selbu mittens.
And then turning the page and seeing this – it´s almost more than I can take!
Serious hardcore.
My absolute favourite type of literature. Patterns in black and white. Page up and page down.
A little while ago I did a private swap with Norwegian knitter
Pinneguri.She got some Malabrigo yarn and I got a treasure of Norwegian knitting patterns.
While she has already used up all the yarn, I´ve far from finished reading these five booklets about Selbu knitting.
She thought it was a fair trade, but I´m sure I got the better deal!
One thing that I DO find unfair, however, is that Norway has such a rich and flourishing knitting tradition while Sweden – well, frankly we haven´t got that much.
Not in comparison to our "nabo" in the west anyway.
I´ve often wondered why knitting has always been so cherished in Norway, but at times almost neglected over here?
If you happen to have a theory about this, please feel free to comment. Any explanation is welcome!
Especilly if you happen to be Norwegian and reading this. Go on, you can share your secret with me...
But since I´m not comfortable when things are unfair and I´m not in a position where I could easily defect from Sweden to join Norway (even if I wish that I could) I thought I´d "help" our Swedish knitting tradition by – well – inventing some Swedish Selbu knitting.
I figured that I could stealth-knit something in Selbu-like style and then pretend that I had found it in an old barn or something. Okay, maybe not a barn, since they´re pretty scarce here in the middle of Stockholm.
But I live pretty close to the "Old Town" where some of the houses date back to the middle ages.
And who knows what one could dig up in a basement there.
Maybe a hat?
Promise you wont tell anyone about my little scheme.