My version of Norah Gaughn's Beatnik. It still needs a neckband, but the excitement of almost finishing something... well. I love the 60s shape. From the back I look like the bastard daughter of Kim Kardashian and Christine Hendricks. Who can be sad about that?
The sweater is actually for my Mum, and the yarn has been knit into three different sweaters (by me). This one seems like it will keep though.
The strange white glow is sunlight reflecting off of the snow in the elk refuge outside my house.