Her mother's daughter

Me, that is, not Liza. After decades of giving my mother a hard time because she always manages to cut the heads off of people in photographs, this is what I did today:
And it's a digital camera, so I have no excuse other than "she was coming right at me!" and I didn't have time to back up to get her in the frame again. Shame my mother never thought of that one ...

Oh, and yes, the sweater is one of my projects. Finished in less than two weeks of not-very-dedicated work ... crochet rocks! And yes, Liza is the most precious pumpkin on the planet, thank you for asking.