You have mentioned (often) (sincerely) (comprehensively) your deep love of the Icelandic lopi sweater. Somehow I’d forgotten that you’d hatched this fever while in Iceland.
For anyone craving a quick trip, here’s where the Kay Gardiner Icelandic sweater fever began:
I am dreaming of lopi yokes. I am waiting for my plutoloopy not-yarn plates to arrive. Anticipation for the moment when I can bang out my sweater could not be higher.