No matter what rubbish life has been throwing at me, this cute little spring cardigan was waiting patiently on the needles.
"Come back," she would feebly cry, "not long left until you can wear me. Then you'll be happy."
And she was right. Last night I cast off and be-buttoned this little beauty and she's already clinging to my shoulders, ready to brazenly reveal herself to the world. If it's not her teasing red flourishes, it's her dangerous hint of primary colours speckling the lace. The minx.
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