OK, a doll sweater. Hey, a sweater is a sweater, no?
I dyed up some odds and ends of Penny sock yarn and had more than enough for this little sweater. It weighs about 1.1 oz. Dyed in that pink color that Miss P will love and it fits the American Girl doll exactly. Easy to get on and off, too.
I had quite a time getting the little ruffle border to work with such a small piece of clothing. I had to rescale it way down, but I think it works well. I used 2 circs in 2.5mm, and it was really a lot of fun to do.
Replies to Saturday's rant: Looks like we're all on the same page. If you haven't read the comments, do so; they're very interesting.
On the same day as I was posting this I read something about a group of parents who were asking toy companies not to market to children. In their dreams, I'm afraid. The only way you can control your kids' access to these commercials is to really be careful what they watch. PBS, I suppose, and maybe videos? I understand why the toy companies do it; children are big business; but the pressure put on the parents is awful.
Oh, and while I'm ranting (and having a good time doing it, too), why, oh why, do little girls need to have clothing marketed to them? Do my granddaughters need to own Hannah Montana junk? What are we teaching kids when we buy this crap? And while I'm really on a tear here, why do little girls' clothes have to look sexy? Are you telling me that a 6 year old needs to wear Hannah Montana clothing that brings out her sexiness? Like she even knows what that is all about. What happened to little girls looking like little girls? Nope, they don't have to wear frilly dresses; there's nothing wrong with jeans and cute tops, and such, but I see ads on tv where these little ones are wiggling their butts and giving off "sexy" signals. Well Moms, you're in charge here. Let your kid be little while she can.
Now that was a good curmudgeonly rant, no? For all my fooling around here, I am serious about it.
Wait until I go into my Christmas carol mode. I love, love, love carols! But I'm a committed Jew. OK, I'll save this for another time. Be afraid, be very afraid. I'm revving up. I'll give you a little hint: You Christians get the most glorious music around, and we Jews get "Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel". What is wrong with this picture? What, we Jews can't compose beautiful music? OK, I'll save this one for another time. Giggle!
Off to dye yarn. I'm kvetched out for the moment. Kvetch = complain
Christine - Thanks for the tagging, I think. ;-) I'll do it in a day or two, or maybe when i get back from Minneapolis.