It feels so cliché to say it, but it feels like it was just yesterday that we brought Genevieve home from the hospital. I blinked, and WHOOSH, she's a walking, talking toddler. It's awesome and completely unbelievable.
I knit a little sweater for her before she was born, out of yarn (from Froebe Fibers) that I bought at Camp KIP (just before we conceived). The colors made me happy down to my toes, and while I knitted it, I thought about the little girl I was growing.
[For those of you playing the home game, I bought the pattern in a kit from Churchmouse Yarns and Teas, when I went there in 2008.]
Once she was born, and I realized that she had an olive complexion, I thought that there was no way she'd be able to wear it; the colors would wash her out. To say the least, I was disappointed that this sweater would have to wait for DistantFutureBaby#2, or worse, the gift pile.
So, I decided to check the fit, to see if I could at *least* knit her a sweater that would match her skin tone, to be pleasantly surprised to find that she *could* rock the colors.
Truth be told, it's a little small on her, so I find myself debating whether I should knit her another one (and make it larger, of course), or knit a different sweater. (There are so many cute little sweaters.)
For now, I feel the *tiniest* bit guilty when she brings me this sweater to wear, given that the sleeves are 3/4 on her.
But it's so darn cute.