The other day I told my husband, I think I'll withdraw my Icelandic sweater this year. "
He looked up the morning paper and smiled. Satisfied with my news, he responded: "Good. This thing is depressing.
Define the term "depressing", invites you.
Well, why, I must first give a short history. Our family moved to Iceland in 1996, when my husband was stationed there with the U.S. Navy. Shortly after our arrival in August, we all took a road trip on the south coast of Iceland, visiting waterfalls and glaciers and stopping at a sweater factory Icelandic somewhere near Selfoss.On this day, early fall, winds blew steadily and the temperature hovered somewhere around 45 degrees Fahrenheit. I would soon learn that 45 degrees was about as good as I had a typical day Icelandic. We set up an outdoor thermometer with a digital display at home, and the number has remained between 42 and 46 degrees. There was, of course, some exceptions: some cold winter days in the 20s, and a remarkable surge in Summer when the weather once or twice rose to 60. Yes, I said "once or twice."
Every other day it seemed he was 45.
With average temperatures of this kind, Iceland, a country absolutely stunning beauty and friendly in many ways, felt hard and awkward for me sometimes. I have a fair share of Latin blood, and unless the air around me is 85 degrees, I feel the cold. Take today, for example, with its temperature from mid-day on 70, blue sky, sun, dry air and very little wind. Even in today's conditions near perfect, I'm shivering, wearing long pants and long sleeve thermal top. After only a few weeks in Iceland, I knew that warm clothes are essential, and an Icelandic sweater, ideal.
Therefore, back in the fall of 1996 outside of Selfoss, I spent some time considering all the jerseys at the factory. I am not great (which is a roundabout way of saying that I'm short), thus concluding a pull than doubled in a seat warmer was not difficult. But I wanted a cardigan, and throughout the sweater had access to me by the shoulders and have a length of hose and appropriate. Color was also important. Once I realized that I would wear my new sweater almost constantly, I also realized that I was vain enough to want to look good as I kept warm.Find a perfect match took some time, but when I finally did, I fell so in love with the sweater is dark brown tones and the warmth that I put on the jersey and he rarely took off during of our three and a half years on the island....
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