My brain is about to melt and seep through all my facial orifices with info overload on Iceland tours and activities. I figured a good way to take a break from this initial flurry of vacation research–and still get my “first”–would be to do a little scouting on Icelandic fashion.
I mean, I can’t go to Iceland dressed in one of those traditional Icelandic wool sweaters, the ones with those circular yoke designs, can I? How Ameri-moronic would I seem strolling down Laugavegur, Reykjavik’s main shopping street, wearing a freaking stereotypical Nordic pullover?
Well, guess what I’ve learned?
“In Reykjavik, the sweater is practically a uniform for Icelanders.”
Er, what?! Come again?
I’m not sure I can do it. I’ve always thought of those sweaters as the fashion fare of mid-west farmer’s wives and grandmas. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that; it’s just that I’m neither a farmer’s wife nor grandma. Or from the mid-west.)
I might have to just stick with my boring basic black zip-up and call it a day.
Too bad he can’t.
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