I finished my little Hide & Seek cowl the other day. The timing couldn't have been more perfect as it adds just the right amount of warmth on a fresh spring day.
We've spent the whole weekend in the garden, planting seeds and digging up weeds.
We found little creatures.
And generally enjoyed playing outside in the dirt
'I love my new scarf Mummy', concluded my little one. 'It's a cowl' I began to say. Then I caught myself. Who cares about semantics when a knitted item is cherished? I'm glad she enjoys it, so I'll leave it at that.