I don't really know why or how I got this sweater. come to think of it, I can't even imagine my Dad would wear a sweater. Not the type.
She must have put a lot of time and effort into it just the same. It is acrylic, which is probably why it is still around.
I took it out of my closet the other day and decided to finally repair it once and for all. The sleeves had been fixed countless number of times. I can tell by the different colors of wool/embroidery floss that I used to do so.The buttons, long gone. All but three, but that doesn't help.
I couldn't find any wool to match so I decided on a more whimsical look. I used a contrasting green color to stitch the arms back on.
As for buttons, I didn't have 6 that matched either. So, moving along with the whimsy, I used similar but different ones.
I know it doesn't look like something out of a catalog or off of a store shelf, but it is one of my favorite sweaters I own. Not for the feel of it. As I said, it is acrylic. Not for the fit. It is HUGE. But more so for the history of it. After all, it is acrylic so it should be here forever!