The Scrap Cardigan is done. Woop. A totally mindless knit from beginning to end, hardly no time at all and with a few weavings of sticks and a little patience et voila – something from nothing. It’s almost witchcraft.
The midget declared he likes it and now the eldest wants his cardigan ASAP. No hardship at all – a little bit of mama witchery and some weaving of those magic sticks and hopefully he too will have a weird-looking cardigan of his very own. How easily pleased my babes are; how lucky I am to have children with zero interest in fashion quite content to wear anything so long as it makes them look like escaped convicts or a cartoon character. I wonder how long it will be before they get a clue and refuse me to make them things? Perhaps even burying the evidence that they wore such monstrosities… I’d better get it while the good times are good and knit like I’ve never knit before… I feel a lot more stripes in our future!
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