Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Knit one, purl... er... now Séamus where was I?

I'll tell you something. It's a well-known fact that when the Irish weren't drinking, they were knitting, although sometimes the two crossed over, resulting in the cardigan. 

And another thing. Did you know every clan had their own knitting patterns, the one above being the Flinn pattern, which is a joke because I couldn't get my wee Jackie boy near a wool sweater since he could say "scratchy". 

Are you lishening? Irish historians claim, these clan patterns were guarded closer than the Bushmills (and ladies knickers) hidden under Father Sean's bed. Apparently, the unique and intricate patterns helped identify bodies of fishermen washed up on shore after an "accident" at sea. (Drunk, fell overboard, never felt a damn thing.)

Brings a tear to me eye just thinkin' about it. In fact, I am going down to the Plaid Place on Granville this afternoon and getting myself a nice, big Clan Schultz cardigan for the rink. But first, a wee toast...  

 "May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope".

Wait, I think that was a curse, oh never mind.


Truly beautiful Aran sweater, 100% wool from The Plaid Place, Halifax