(after twenty some odd years!) This was meant for my daughter at age four or five. I've had it tucked away with all my old yarn for all this time--while my children grew, while we went about working, playing, feelings passing, people passing, troubles troubling--and there it sat. I couldn't help but think about all the time that had passed between one row and the next...
Now it's a skirt for my granddaughter who's seven. She'll be wearing it for Halloween this year as a gypsy.
