My grandmother Jane sent this sweater, hat and tiny mittens to me when Nonie was wee. Gran made them for my father when he was a little guy. He is now sixty. Gotta love the lifespan of wool. Somehow they never seemed quite to fit Nonie but they are perfect for Eoghan. I wish I'd gotten a photo of the mittens for you, complete with little thumbs. Also I am determined to figure out a pattern for that hat. I know some baby friends who need just such a hat.