R.I.P., dear button sweater
Somehow this little guy fell into the hamper. So he got tossed into the washer. Then into the dryer.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was joined in the dryer by some Velcro bibs.
“Boo boos,” Mr. Baby would say.
I cried. For real. For a few minutes.
It shrank. The velcro grabbed two places in the sleeves, felting them mightily. Kind of like scabs.
There’s a hole in the front, too. Maybe some ends came unwoven?
I started this sweater before I knew who Mr. Baby was going to be. Hence the teal panel.
I finished it after he was born, sewed on all those lousy buttons and dressed him in it as much as I could. I was new to knitting so this was a real accomplishment.
I’ve since bought cotton yarn to make a bigger, lighter one for spring. Such a lovely sweater.
I’m not sure there’s a way to fix it. Mr. Baby already outgrew it which is why it needed a wash. But now it’s super teeny and is full of “booboos.”