My New Home
My internet has been down since shortly after I blogged on Tuesday. I am just barely over the feeling of being disconnected from my knitting sisters. I'd like to say that I have all kinds of knitting to report about, but no. Still pondering what to do about Weasley (thanks for all the advice) and still working on those socks.
In case you missed my friend Kara's comment, there's a golden opportunity for us in Scotland, on Fair Isle. The Scottish government is offering two charming properties to let, for the paltry sum of $600 a year. (Check out this link for more information.)
One of my dream lifestyles is to live somewhere romantically bleak, very green, and very cold. I might be the only person to ever watch the movie The Shipping News with an intense urge to emigrate. I am one of those (possibly very few) people to layover at the Reykjavik airport and wish I were staying for a while. In another life, I think I may have lived in a little sod cottage, knitting Aran sweaters for someone who looked a little like a rugged version of this. So, this is more or less my fantasy home. Hey, how about a time share for knitbloggers? I know Olga could do with some cold weather.