My Little Old Man

Sadly, two of the three sweaters I made for Daniel before he was born do not fit over his giant noggin (teaches me to design for a baby without having an actual baby on hand for fit-checks!). Luckily, the third was a cardigan. That finally fits him well. But unfortunately, this little grandpa sweater makes my child look just like Winston Churchill.



And a little bit creepy. (At least he's well read.)



The cardigan, in sock yarn, is just the right weight for San Francisco. And though I thought I made it to newborn measurements, it looks like it will last for a couple more months, even with Daniel measuring a little bit big for his age. I'm impressed with how the yarn held up in the washing machine (it's superwash, but that always makes me nervous)...and how it held up against the changing pad cover, with abundant velcro, that someone (cough*Neill*cough) put in there with it. There are now some funny felted spots, but I'm at peace with them.


"Mother, would you kindly hand me my Scotch?"