The weather has turned here and the sun strips our outer layers of clothing off quickly now. Thick hoodies and Mumma knitted cardigans have been washed and packed away with smiles and sighs and dreams. But this one, it stays in his cupboard. He has only worn it a handful of times and each time I swoon. I know that with each passing day his tummy will swell and grow too big for it. My boy.
Knit with as soft as down baby alpaca yarn and every ounce of love for him. Remy's Milo vest Ravelled here.