Daughter C and I recently discovered the "Pound", a place that I describe as "last-chance motel" for Goodwill buys. This is a huge warehouse near Portland where items get brought out on large moveable tables for people to paw through before being baled up and sent overseas. Everything is sold by the pound, hence the nickname. While pawing through on my own I discovered this:
So the mystery of this beautiful sweater will never be solved, I guess, but I can appreciate the workmanship for a little while.
Would you have taken it?