The other day, a friend said it seemed like abi had been wearing this cardi forever
I'm not sure if she was commenting on the remarkable qualities of knitwear...how it seems to grow with a child, how something handmade can be better quality and longer lasting etc...
...or possibly, that Abi doesn't have an awful lot of clothes, and therefore we all get to see an awful lot of it, and I should launder things a bit more often (another remarkable quality of wool of course being the fact it magically cleans itself, or thats what I like to believe anyway)...
...or maybe she's sick of the fucking sight of the thing and wishes I'd dress her in something else for a change...
well why would I when its such a useful cardigan? And although I wasn't sure the pink and orange shades were right next to each other when I first knitted it, I really love these colours on her now. I'm so used to seeing her in it. Its like her amber necklace, always there, always protecting and comforting (apart from on rainbow jumper, grey vest, or grey or black cardi days, but even then it often gets plonked over the top when we go out)
and it accessorises well
I have never once had to shave it (I hate debobbling things, ugh) which is a minor miracle as it has actually been washed a few times and worn a LOT
It isn't what you would call soft wool. It certainly isn't itchy or scratchy, but its possibly not what most would knit a baby garment from...and yet it seems to good for snuggling...
But it has served her so well, thankyou clare for the beautiful yarn and being a wonderful friend and an excellent dye witch who continues to feed my barely suppressed yarn fetish, I cannot wait to see what you come up with next! Oh crap I wrote another soppy post.
(I wish I had earlier photos to post, I first blogged it in Oct but can't get those pictures now as they were on my since wiped phone...sob...but anyway, I am actually starting to believe this cardigan has been around forever...and I never did make that final buttonhole...)
