What's Old is New Again

My first-ever knitting project was a sweater for my then 8-year-old nephew Reid. I was so proud. And it looked so cute on him. At some point the sweater endured a bit of an accident -- it ended up in the wash (fatal for wool) and it transformed from a very sweet sweater to a very very small piece of felt in the shape of a sweater. I reclaimed it and rather than a burial, I handed it over to my godmother.

She just happens to be a felting expert -- yes really, she used to make felted garments for sale internationally. Knowing just what to do, she took the sad little thing, cut it up the center, stitched on a zipper and some ribbing and voila! A coat. I've had it since Harry's birth and it finally fits him. So I am now proud to present....Harry's new jacket...a joint venture in fiber love. He wore it today for the first time and I actually think it kept out the arctic winter chill. We're due to have snow tomorrow. Bring it on!