Iceland: Where I Found My Love For Weaving

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Last year in September my friend Brooke and I packed our backpacks and headed to Iceland for two weeks. We rented a tiny SUV in Reykjavik and drove around all of Iceland chasing fairies by day and Northern Lights by night. A few of the highlights from the trip were swimming in a secluded hot spring, watching the annual sheep round-up, rescuing a dog and returning it to its owner, eating the most amazing mussels I’ve ever had, and hiking through the Highlands of Iceland.

Being that I love yarn, the sheep roundup was truly a delight to witness. I knew that the roundup happened in September, but I wasn’t sure if we were going to be able to see it. I remember Brooke driving down an empty road and having to slow down because a flock of sheep was coming our way. Out of nowhere people on horseback started to show up and the somewhat small flock of sheep turned into hundreds of sheep coming straight our way. I had the largest smile on my face and felt like a little kid again. I had the same sort of elation that I used to have as a child when I would go through the car wash, pure golden joy.

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When I wasn’t trying to make friends with all the sheep I came across, I was making Brooke pull over at every location that might carry yarn. Sadly, I didn’t come back with any yarn or knit garments, but I did find my love for weaving while visiting Akureyri.

Akureyri was a great little city that we stopped at that had delicious food and good sightseeing.  After walking around for a bit in Akureyri we noticed an art museum and decided to go inside. When we walked inside we were greeted by a lady who was sitting in front of a warp-weighted loom that she had built and she was weaving one of the most amazing pieces of art. She was using an old pile weave technique with uncombed rovings from Icelandic sheep. The pattern she was weaving represented Iceland, like all the other pieces she had created that were scattered throughout the museum. There was one wall hanging that immediately caught my attention, it was a beautiful glacier landscape out of the softest color palette giving it such a delicate look. It’s rare that I’m truly captivated by art and this was one of those moments.
I left Iceland with many magical memories, a new love for everything wool, and the desire to learn how to weave. Good thing we have an Intro to Weaving class coming up in June, because I’m ready to weave.

May 20, 2016 by Laura Oriana Konstin
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