Four years ago, the Girl chose some of my handspun (which I combined with complimentary commercial yarn)for me to knit her a Tiny Tea Leaves cardigan.
It sad sadly until yesterday, when I turned it into a pussyhat and reclaimed the handspun (which did NOt felt), and the buttons.
There’s a lesson here somewhere, aside from the obvious *don’t machine wash your hand knit sweaters unless they’re 100% super wash*. Something like waiting for the purpose of something to present itself to you at the right time? Having the patience to rescue precious handspun from clingy felted O-wool? At any rate, I’m glad I never tossed the sweater out, and that I finally figured out a use or two for it.