This sweater seemed to never, ever want to end.
They were going to have to bury me with it one day, needles still firmly stuck in the unending yoke.
I persevered, however, and Oona is thrilled. The buttons are not on in the pictures (I couldn’t wait, since the light was right for pictures)and the ends are not woven in, but you get the idea.
This sweater has taken up so much of my life lately that now that it is done I almost don’t know what to do with myself.
The last photo makes me swoon!
You know, from that angle she looks a lot like one of my sisters did at that age … one day I will show you a pic so you can see what I mean.
I heart Oona. But don’t tell, it is a secret.
I can’t believe how much she has grown up since that hair cut. P.S. Check my blog today for broad hints about making me a pie.