I finished the body of Lucy's pickled beets cardigan and wove in the ends, even though I still have to knit the second sleeve. Lucy brought the scraps of yarn outside and sprinkled them around for the birds to use in their nests. She wore this sad much mended cardigan outside that has somehow both stretched out and shrunken in the two hard years of use since I made it. I want so badly for her to wear this new one that I don't mind wrestling with it a little longer. In the meantime, let the quest for the perfect buttons begin.