The Lily Cardigan from Marie Grace
Now, I would love to make something this kind of delicate for myself. This kind of, dainty, femme, tiny. I would do it in a wood rose, or perhaps a misty lavender, or a steel blue. The husband would suggest it in a rust or burgundy or perhaps a midnight blue. We might settle on a mahogany or a walnut.
Except there is no way that shape would ever look good on me. I'm not the dainty and delicate type. Even if I lost all the lumps and bumps and even if he stretched me so I could bend like a pretzel, I'd still have the body of a sturdy Sicilian peasant, not the delicate English lady of my dreams.
At least the tea cozy fits.