last winter, i made the girls sweaters. while ripley merely grew into hers over the course of 2005, flan showed up at our house this week with hers hanging off of her like superman's cape. it had stretched; it had been a little on the loose side to begin with.
so last night i did some nifty tucking and re-edging, and moving of buttons, and we came up with this solution.
yeah. she does get into the mood of things. flan has always been a big appreciator of sweaters. and she's older now and has kinda bony parts to her, and with all the fold-unders now accomplished in this alteration, her sweater is almost padded. it is padded, which she seems to like.
flan has, from eleven weeks of age, been a moocher of coffee and a deep, appreciative inhaler of other people's cigarette smoke. this is the kind of old lady she has turned into -- your little school chum's spooky, overly-assertive, hacking grandma, smoking virginia slims and putting nine packets of sweet n low in her coffee. and right there with her is ripley -- who, i think in flan's mind, is always playing madge the bridesmaid to flan's dame edna.
anyhoo, she's far happier with the sweater than she even was last year. she likes a snug fit. she's still got a figure worth showing off.