Handmade Knitted Sweater, Cardigan, Jumper – Rapture Rose (3–6 Months)
Wrap your baby in charm and comfort with our Handmade Knitted Sweater, Cardigan, Jumper, thoughtfully designed for 3–6 months. Crafted with love from a premium blend of 51% Acrylic and 49% Wool, this cozy piece offers the perfect balance of warmth, softness, and timeless style — ideal for autumn, winter, or spring.
🌸 Elegant Rapture Rose Color:
The soft, rosy hue adds a delightful pop of color to your baby’s wardrobe, making every outfit feel special and full of warmth.
🧶 Premium Material Blend:
Made from a high-quality mix of 51% Acrylic and 49% Wool, ensuring durability, softness, and gentle comfort against delicate skin.
👶 Perfect Fit (3–6 Months):
Designed for growing babies, offering a snug yet flexible fit that allows natural movement and all-day coziness.
🪡 Handmade Craftsmanship:
Each sweater is lovingly hand-knitted, showcasing fine craftsmanship and care in every stitch — a one-of-a-kind piece made to treasure.
🧺 Easy Care:
Simply wash by hand or use your washing machine’s hand wash program at 30°C. Avoid tumble drying to maintain the shape, texture, and quality.
Add warmth, color, and craftsmanship to your baby’s wardrobe with our Handmade Knitted Sweater, Cardigan, Jumper — where comfort meets handcrafted beauty.
Handmade Knitted Baby Sweater | Rapture Rose 3–6 Months
Standard Delivery 3 - 4 business days to United Kingdom
Spring had fully arrived in Willowbrook, carrying with it the scent of blooming apple trees and the cheerful song of larks echoing across the hills. The fields shimmered with new grass, and the cottage windows were open to the soft, sun-warmed breeze.
Emily was in the kitchen, folding a small picnic blanket into a basket while Mark carefully tucked a jar of honey and two fresh scones inside. On the counter beside them lay baby Ethan’s Handmade Knitted Sweater — a delicate shade of Rapture Rose, glowing gently in the morning light.
Emily smiled as she lifted the little sweater. “This one’s perfect,” she said. “Soft, warm, and just a little bit fancy.”
Mark grinned. “He’ll be the best-dressed picnic guest in Willowbrook.”
They dressed Ethan together — Emily fastening the tiny buttons while Mark handed her the sleeves, laughing when Ethan grabbed his father’s finger and refused to let go. “Strong grip,” Mark said. “Just like his mum.”
Outside, the meadow behind their cottage was a sea of daisies and clover. They spread the blanket beneath an old willow tree, its branches swaying lazily in the wind. Ethan sat nestled in his mother’s lap, his rosy sweater glowing against the green grass, his bright eyes following a butterfly that danced just out of reach.
Emily leaned against Mark’s shoulder, watching their son reach for the air, tiny fingers open to the world. “Do you think he’ll remember days like this?” she asked softly.
Mark shook his head, smiling. “Maybe not with his mind,” he said, “but I think the heart remembers warmth.”
The afternoon passed in quiet contentment — the hum of bees, the rustle of leaves, the simple peace of being together. And as the sun began to dip behind the rolling hills of Willowbrook, Ethan drifted to sleep in his mother’s arms, wrapped in his Rapture Rose sweater, as soft and bright as the love that surrounded him.
