Monday, December 12, 2011

want it

I can't sleep and have got it into my addled brain that all I really want for Christmas is this original Sarah Lund sweater. Actually, I have got it into my addled brain that if I could only have this sweater then everything might suddenly come right. I have felt this before - when I was about nine years old, I think. Then it was a talking doll that I wanted. It had a string that you pulled at the back and it said things like, my name is Little Poppet and it cost five pounds, nineteen shillings and sixpence - a fortune. Just as well I didn't get it, the let-down would have been dreadful and I would have been stuck with her. I want this sweater bad. Why? I enjoyed The Killing, but not nearly as much as most people seem to, and I don't really want to be the Sarah Lund character. I am not even sure that the sweater would be right for my shape. I still want it. I have trousers and a jacket that would go perfectly with it. I would wear it as it is supposed to be worn - all the time - because that comes naturally. When I have something I like I tend to bond with it (e.g. purple trousers) and see no reason to ring the changes. It is made of good, Faroese, breathable wool. It costs 280 euros - 320 with postage and packing - and is therefore out of the question. Knitting it myself is also out of the question.

But I keep looking at it. The wool is just right. The funny star pattern also. Right for what, though?

What ridiculous thing do you really want for Christmas?

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12 comments:

Zhoen said...

A house. I understand. I had my brain set on some cutlery with handles shaped a bit like branches, and nothing else would do, they would be discontinued, I'd never have another chance at them. Did get them, they are still standard.

WV: toidises. Brooklyn turtles?

Reading the Signs said...

A house is a real thing to wish for! Well, and so is cutlery and a sweater, I suppose.

'toidises' - LOL :)

Anna MR said...

For Christmas I want to have done everything that I needed to have done already (which isn't going to happen), and then to sit in my big chair and drink a never-ending glass of (very cold) Bailey's (without getting properly drunk, ever), and read the final Harry Potter book which I still haven't read (and please, everyone, anyone, don't tell me what happens, okay? I know it's been years but you know, and I really am going to try and give meself this, for this Christmas, even if everything hasn't been done and my glass of Bailey's is either continuously empty or totally nonexistent).

As for 280€ for a jumper - even a hand-knitted jumper in pure wool - that's just ridiculous, Schwesterlein. Don't do it. I'll try and make you one, at some point (if only I could get round to sending you whatever I have made you - but please, it ain't one of them jumpers, k? Just so you don't forget to breathe in the meantime).

x

Reading the Signs said...

I'm sorry Mr. Schwes, but your Christmas wishes seem perfectly reasonable to me - apart from the not wanting to get drunk (not that you can ever really do that with Baileys - can you?). I would like to get beautifully drunk without suffering any side or after-effects. But anyway - no spoilers coming from me re HP. But just to say that everything is ok in the end - in some respects. And in other respects it isn't at all.

I know, I know that jumper is out of the question. Therefore perfect for this kind of want, ja? And could you even wear that kind of wool next to the skin (which I would want to do)? You made me something?! I'm holding my breath - so no pressure but - you know.

Cusp said...

A life :O)

Reading the Signs said...

Cusp, it's funny you should say that because I've been after one of those too.

wvl - restsyn - yeah right.

Fire Bird said...

oh god I know that feeling... don't seem to get it much any more, but i remember when it was one of those digital watches where the face was black and blank until you pressed a little button, then the time flashed up red or maybe even green, out of the depths of the darkness like fireworks in the night sky... i got one, and soon the thrill was gone...

'tis me yes said...

Trying to oblige.

This is the deffo definitely best I can do in the way of things immoral, illegal and fattening…

x

Reading the Signs said...

Har har har! But I hope you played it loudly on your balcony while tossing the butt of a reefer over the side, before doing a moonie and eating a quart of double choc chip ice cream! That's what I'm going to believe, anyway.

Montag said...

I like the expression "addled brain". It makes me think of "ladled brain" and leads me to "ideas" which actually consist of mulled wine and spices and ciders and cloves, all served into mugs.

Merry Christmas.

Reading the Signs said...

Merry Christmas, Montag - I love mulled wine, if I'm to be addled it's the way to go! x

Andrew Hughes said...

mmm, tumblers! We have had a similar problem. My theory is that at this time of year, with alcoholic drinks so plentiful, we use tumblers to re-hydrate ourselves; leave them in odd places with our memories inevitably impaired; and naturally break more, as we spend so much time slightly pissed/hungover. I've never heard of that Sarah Lund you mention. I presume she does not have a stall on Norwich market yet? Your stripey socks and fingerless gloves sound great, by the way. As usual I am hoping for lots of hugs and kisses for Christmas. ;-)