This post is about two of my best friends. One being my sister Rose. And two being an oversized cardigan.
From a young age I think we both developed a crush on the cardi, Rosie in the form of what we now call her "Love Cardi" due to the hearts, suns and flowers knitted on to the orange/blue/pink red mostrosity, which still has a monumentous place in her heart. And me in the form of a maroon school cardigan, that my Mum promised I would "grow in to", but alas never did.
Now, ten years on, we are still both very much in love with our mahoosive, colourful, even slightly ugly cardigans.
