Lupine is my summer girl. Born during the first snowfall four winters ago, she must have held the memory of those first blasts of cold against her fresh skin. I can still remember the way she would gasp as the cold air reached her lungs, an inhale that seemed to go on forever until wide-eyed, she ducked back into the warmth of my jacket.
At four she bucks winter and I think she would stay in the house until spring if we didn't have to venture out. She is perpetually cold when we are outside, and therefore miserable. She has polypropylene long underwear, but never seems to stay warm. The Waldorf tradition is to dress children in wool, so I got the idea of sewing up some woolies for her, similar to these, minus the $43 price tag.
And so we thrift again. We go sweater hunting.
A little moth nibbled, but a wicked bargain at $1.50 each, I found these 100% cashmere sweaters while thrifting with my sister last weekend. After washing and drying them on hot they were a little felted but still plenty thin for under clothes. And seriously. Cashmere. Long johns. How yummy does that sound? Warm, softer than soft, plus cheap, recycled, and mama-made? It doesn't get any better in my world.
I hand stitched the moth holes and turned them into long johns in under fifteen minutes using another pair as a pattern. And with the entire blue sweater and the remains of the green I'll have more than enough for a matching shirt.
When she put them on she made a gasp similar to her newborn gasp in the cold air, but with her eyes dreamily closed and a smile on her face. "Soft, soft, soft! Warm, warm, warm! Love-y."
I think I'm onto something. Now, can we go outside?
I'll post the top in the next few days!