I could become addicted to this baby knitting thing. The projects work up quickly. (Well, except for the baby blanket, which I would rather not talk about.) They don't require tons of yarn. (Well, except for the baby blanket, which I would rather not talk about.) And the finished item is always cute as a bug's ear. (Well, except for the baby blanket, which isn't close enough to being done to know if it's going to be cute.)
I actually finished this sweet little sweater in April, but it needed just the right buttons before I could count it as completely done.
Vancouver has a shop that carries nothing but buttons, which, not surprisingly, happens to be called Button Button. I sent the sweater with Rebekah, and her assignment was to go to this shop and find the perfect buttons.
I first heard about this button store from my daughter-in-law Diana. She was in Vancouver with some friends, and they decided to check the store out. After all, what knitter can resist the lure of a button store? Diana told me it was a great place, but while they were there the strangest thing happened. A guy came in, walked directly to a section of the store like he knew exactly what he was doing, immediately reached into one of the multitude of button containers, walked directly to the cashier, paid, and left the store.
A little while later when Diana and her friends commented to the cashier that the guy must have known what he wanted, she told them the strangest story. This guy comes into the store every day. And every day he walks over, gets a button, pays, then leaves the store. Note, I said gets a button. As in one. And if you think that is weird, wait until you hear this. It is always the same button. If it was chocolate I could understand. But a button?
In Threes, knit in Spud & Chloe Sweater, colourway Firefly.