A small spread from a sketchbook I kept on a trip to Iceland in March. The Icelandic sweater tradition was absolutely one of the highlights of the trip. I would love to know the origins of the individual patterns and the recurring color combinations. I've never encountered so many cozy, almost frumpy sweaters being worn by 20-something-year-olds without a trace of irony. It made the trip that much more fun.
I've included below a little snapshot of the rack of children's sweaters at a consignment or second hand shop in Reykjavik. Some of them didn't even have tags! I like to think that means some Icelandic Grandmother made it for a little boy or girl.
Til next time!
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