Once upon a time, in a charity shop in a far away town, hung a pink jumper. It had lived in the shop for a few long weeks. Often people would hold it up, but each time they would shake their heads and it would be put back on the rack, only to see its more snazzy companions being carried away.
One day, a crafter entered the shop. Her mission was to find 100% wool jumpers to shrink and make into toys. Many jumpers shrank away from her, as they sensed the scissors that she wielded. The little pink jumper did not. The pink jumper pushed its woolly self forward and it was noticed.
Now the crafter took pity on the jumper. The colour and the softness melted the heart of the crafter and she decided to take the neglected article for herself. Over the next two years, despite numerous attempts the pink jumper would not flatter. It made the crafter feel decades older and refused to be worn. One day in a fit of decluttering, the crafter threw the jumper into the washing machine to shrink it. But the jumper would not shrink.
So the crafter started snipping.
She snipped and snipped, even more than she had expected, in the hope of finding something hidden.
Soon there were many pieces on the floor. The children of the crafter appeared, one by one, and mumbled between themselves. None daring to ask their mother what she was doing. Finally the snipping stopped.
The crafter searched in her trimming box and found the perfect colour pompom trim. To the bewilderment of her children, she danced a stash busting dance. Using her trusty sewing machine, the crafter attached the trim. Where the ribbing had been cut away, the crafter added a lettuce leaf edging. Oh how it was transforming. The crafter held the little jumper up and tried in on. The edging worked and the pompoms were fun, but the neck still harped back to the old jumper. Again the scissors were released to wreak havoc. More sewing, until…..
The cardigan was complete! (except for some strategic ironing.) The little cardigan, as it was now called, was so happy. It flattered the crafter and no longer made her feel old. The children hugged their mother and found the cardigan soft.
Everyone lived happily ever after.
Well not quite. I’m linking up to 1st Unique Gifts – Handmade Monday and Creative Jewish Mom’s Craft Schooling Sunday