Baby's cocoon

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Probably the cutest thing I have ever seen: a precious cocoon knitted out of hand spun Falkland merino. Just as soft as a cloud! The perfect snuggle up place for every little one.

You can either buy one readymade with loads of TLC by Lillebarne, or knit one yourself.

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