Another chunky rolled jumper knitted. This time a blue one for my Ode. At first it was completely unacceptable to him. You’d think I was torturing him, rugging him up in a bundle of soft luxury ply wool on a freezing cold morning, his facial expressions said it all. It would not do. No hoodie equates to no wear in his book.
That was until his grandmother demonstrated the hands all the way through-hold them in the middle feature of the pocket. Then said jumper was tolerated for the cold morning… but not worn since.
Linking up with Leonie.