If the rest of the Bohus exhibit lives up to the first night, it will be a tremendous event. What fun to feel a smidgen a part of the inner circle - because I volunteered to help the MN Knitters’ Guild effort to promote the event, I got invited to the VIP reception. We got champagne, and the general public just got wine.
But the real fun was meeting people - I saw a woman in a Wild Apple pullover and knew it had to be suebell from Ravelry. woolyjooly came up and said “twinsetellen! you finished your Forsest Darkness!” Dyebat was excited to introduce herself, but not half as excited as I was to meet her, one of the knitting pantheon. The museum staff was astounded at the way we were all identifying ourselves by our Ravatars. The muggle, no matter how well intentioned, often just don’t get us.
And getting to shake the hands of Kirsten Olson, one of the original designers, and Solveig Gustafson, who so carefully reproduces the yarns and patterns so we can knit these gorgeous creations ourselves. And Susanna Hansson is always a delight.
I won’t deny that is was such pure pleasure to be there wearing my Forest Darkness and getting petted by all sorts of people. It was a wonderful way to break the ice and I chatted with older Swedish women about their trips to museums in Sweden and Swedish folk costumes and what was a reproduction, what was an original, and what was an authentic reproduction. The museum asked the 5 of us who showed up in our Bohus sweaters to pose for a picture on the staircase. I expected many more Bohus sweaters, but perhaps we’ll see more tomorrow. Besides Bohus, there were tons of gorgeous sweaters and hats.
A highlight of the evening was hearing Solveig speak about her journey through Bohus knitting. She was so fun and candid. Her background is marketing and economics, but she broke free after a long career with Volvo and indulged her creative side. But her pragmatic background was evident - when asked how long it took her to knit a sample, she admitted that if necessary, she could knit a yoke in two days. But what about the body of the sweater? Blush and grin - “my husband does that on a machine”. And asked if she felt a spiritual connection through the intensity of her work in recreating a pattern - a simple “no” with a giggle.
Bad news, though - no cameras allowed. I’ll see if I can’t trap someone outside of the museum so you can see these charming people, but for now, you will have to picture it in your head.
I’ll fill you in on some of the sweaters in the exhibit tomorrow. For tonight I was still swooning, so a better description will have to come later.