Black on black, let’s do blue on blue. It’s a nice change from the usual.
Thanksgiving was like Christmas for me. My Dad opened his cedar chest (mmmm the smell of cedar) and gave me sweaters he no longer wore. Truth be told, these were for my husband but I was the middle man. Is that greedy of me?
This blue one was a bit boxy; not my man’s type anyway…
(Tutorial after the jump)

























