Weddings are some of the most beautiful celebrations one can experience in their life (usually). The deep connection between two lovers taking physical form in a ceremonious act for all to see is one that a lot of couples look forward to.
However, it also comes with months upon months of planning, stress, and even more planning. The one thing that a bride cannot go without—the special dress. Whether it be white, maroon, black, fluffy, frilly, or form-fitting, it must make the wearer feel likе the most beautiful woman in the whole entire world.
Some brides take the plunge of crafting their own dresses, be it for the challenge, for the love of the craft, or both. Today we delve into the story of Veronika Lindberg Heino, or Kika, who knitted her special gown for her big day in 6 weeks. She was kind enough to answer some of Bored Panda’s questions so let’s get into it!
Veronika Lindberg Heino, better known by her nickname Kika, decided to take up the challenge of knitting her own stunning wedding dress
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If you were given 2.5 kg of yarn and 250 hours, what would you create? Mayhaps a blanket, mayhaps a 3D portrait, or maybe a knitted wedding dress. Seeing as you clicked on this article for a very particular reason, you probably know by now that we’ll be speaking about the last option.
Opening herself to the challenge was Veronika Lindberg Heino, better known by her nickname Kika, who documented the birth of her special white dress, sharing the ups and downs with her followers on Instagram (which she started in 2017) and YouTube.
This project came about when she and her husband-to-be were both moving house and planning an impromptu wedding, making for a very stressful 7 weeks
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For what was already an intense project, life decided to add an extra bit of *spice*: they were moving house and planning their wedding, happening 7 weeks later, at the same time, so why not add in a project of great significance on top of it all? Unless you’re as skiIIed as Kika, I wouldn’t recommend it!
“I do love a challenge and I’m often a little bit over-ambitious, and the thought felt so wild and inspiring that I just decided to take the risk and do it,” the Finland-based knitter told Good Morning America (GMA). “I ordered 2.5 kg of pure silk yarn and announced my crazy plan on Instagram, and knew right then, there was no turning back anymore.”
She ordered 2.5 kg of pure silk yarn and announced her plans to her followers on Instagram, getting the project officially started with no way to turn back
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Kika based her design around Dior, Chanel, and Ulla Johnson’s dresses. She then sketched and planned the patterns. After all that, the knitting began!
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Nothing worth doing ever comes easy. It was a struggle finding time to knit in between moving, planning the wedding, and publishing her first book
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Instead of throwing Kika off balance, this added project seemed to have the opposite effect: it kept her grounded through the tumultuous time, at least for a while. Nothing worth doing comes easy, and this project was no exception, especially as she’d never knitted a dress before.
“The process was definitely intense, and the biggest struggle was to find enough time for knitting since we were in the process of moving and organizing the wedding at the same time,” said Kika. “Plus I published my first-ever knitting book, so it was definitely hectic. But, I also enjoyed it immensely and loved seeing my vision come to life in the process.”
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Then a big setback occured—her bodice was far too big, requiring her to rip it all up and start again. Her sleeves then kept slipping off, which took lots of time to fix
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Glaring issues started appearing about two weeks in when Kika had finished the bodice and tried it on for the first time—it was way too big. Disappointed, but not defeated, the bride-to-be ripped it all up, starting all over again, describing it as “a tough and frustrating moment where some tears were shed.”
One more issue came along with the slippy sleeves that kept on slipping, revealing a tad bit too much, which Kika found hilarious yet time-consuming to fix. “I made sure to film all my mistakes so I could be real and honest with my viewers, rather than only showing them the picture-perfect moments,” she told Insider.
Not having any other option (you typically can’t just go and buy a dress off the rack, as those require alterations, which take a long time), she kept moving forward until it was one week til the wedding. Encouraging messages from her followers kept her spirits up, the promise she’d made to the project at the very beginning providing her with a sense of accountability.
However, “the biggest motivator was definitely seeing for myself if I could pull my idea and vision off, and the thought of having the dress as a memory for life really kept me going, too.”
But all that didn’t deter her! Just 4 days before the big day, the dress was finished and Kika got to have a well-deserved rest
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Everything was done. She finished her dress on Tuesday, feeling more tired and frustrated than elated, but once she put it on for the ceremony, she couldn’t have been happier with the end result.
Kika got married to her husband Jukka Heino on Saturday, September 10, at their new home (which inspired the cottage-themed wedding tone), just 4 days after she’d finished her dress. Although her partner was a bit more skeptical about her last-minute knitting project, “in the end, he was super impressed and proud of me, and thought it looked really good too,” Kika said.
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Kika told Bored Panda that they’d met back in Spring of 2020, when she moved back home to Finland from London, as the pandemic put the world in lockdown. “Just a few months after moving back I met Juki and for our first date we walked around in Helsinki for hours since all cafés and bars were closed due to the restrictions,” she said.
“I was immediately drawn to his humor and often colorful stories of his adventures which made me laugh, and of course I found him really handsome. I think he was drawn to my enthusiasm, something we both have in common and my positive attitude towards life.”
She married Jukka Heino on Saturday, September 10, at their new home. Everyone loved her dress, praising her for all the effort she’d put into it
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“Over the course of the day, guests would come up to me and immediately feel the dress and comment on it. It sometimes felt likе they were more interested in the dress than in me, but I love talking about knitting, so I didn’t mind too much,” she told Insider.
The entire process demanded around 45 days, roughly 250 hours, and 1.5 kg of pure silk yarn, costing 300 euros, or around $295, which is a bargain when it comes to wedding dresses, which go for $1,800 on average. Her 149k followers on Instagram absolutely loved the journey, jumping in with suggestions and support any time she needed it.
The entire process demanded around 45 days, roughly 250 hours, and 1.5 kg of pure silk yarn, costing 300 euros, or around $295
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The 46-minute vlog of the whole journey posted on YouTube has garnered over 3.4M views, quickly becoming the highlight of her channel, which has over 253k subscribers that look forward to her knitting tutorials. “I’m absolutely amazed by all the positive attention the video and my dress has gotten, wow!” said Kika.
“I’ve received messages from people all over the world telling me I’ve inspired them to take up knitting again or to learn it, which makes me so glad. I’m also proud that I’ve maybe been able to push the boundaries and show what is possible using knitting.”
According to Kika, “knitting was actually done primarily by men at some point in history, so the fact that knitting nowadays is associated with something mostly feminine hasn’t always been the case.” Knitting is not just for grandmas, y’all!
The 46-minute vlog of the entire process garnered over 3.4M views on YouTube, inspiring hundreds of people to take up or go back to the craft
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What began as a bonding activity with her grandma when she was 5 years old has become a lifestyle, bringing together likе-minded people from all over the world. The one lesson she’d always kept was to be playful with the craft, rather than searching for perfection.
“With knitting there are a lot of ‘rules’ or principles that come with the territory which sometimes can make it feel likе you’re not doing things the right way,” she told Bored Panda. “My grandmother always encouraged me to make things without getting hung up on perfection, being creative and playful was more important.”
She hopes her followers and those who jumped on the bandwagon to see the final dress get inspired to embrace creative projects they might feel tempted to try—“even if it might feel a bit ambitious, I say go for it!”
We wish Kika and Jukka all the best for their future together and can’t wait to see what’s coming up for them next!
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A post-pandemic resurgence of knitting is a very welcome sight for many who are getting into arts and crafts for the first time or returning back to the familiar time-passing activity. Recent research shows that knitting has a measurable effect on calming anxiety, relieving stress, and aiding with chronic pain, as well as helping one build a community of friends. And you end up with a cute hat and mittens in the meantime!
“I think knitting as a craft teaches you a lot about patience and really makes you think about what kind of garments you most likе to wear,” Kika said. “When you’re going to spend 40-60 hours making a sweater, you really want to make sure it’s something that is going to stay in your wardrobe for a long time, which makes knitting a very sustainable practice, too.”
Honestly, what’s not to love!? We wish Kika and Jukka all the best for their future together and hope to see many more exciting knitting projects! Let us know your thoughts on the dress in the comments below, and I shall see you in the next one!
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I’m Raising My Twin Grandsons Alone After Their Mom Passed — One Day, a Woman Knocked on My Door with a Terrible Secret
A knock at the door was the last thing I expected that evening. But when a stranger handed me a letter from my late daughter, it unraveled a secret so profound it changed everything I thought I knew about my family.
I never thought my life would turn out this way. At 62, I imagined mornings filled with quiet coffee rituals, tending to my small garden, and maybe the occasional book club meeting with the ladies down the street.
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Instead, I wake up to the pitter-patter of tiny feet, the smell of spilled cereal, and Jack and Liam hollering about who gets the blue spoon. They’re five—sweet and chaotic all at once—and they’re my grandsons.
Their mother, my daughter Emily, passed away last year in a car accident. She was just thirty-four. Losing her felt like losing the air in my lungs. She wasn’t just my child; she was my best friend.
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The twin boys… they’re all I have left of her. Every time I look at them, I see Emily’s bright eyes and mischievous smile. It’s bittersweet, but it’s what keeps me going.
Life as their grandmother-slash-mom isn’t easy. The days are long, and the nights feel even longer when one of them has a nightmare or insists the closet monster moved.
“Grandma!” Liam wailed just last week. “Jack says I’m gonna get eaten first ’cause I’m smaller!”
I had to stifle a laugh as I reassured them that no monster would dare step foot in a house with me in charge.
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Still, some moments break me. Keeping up with their boundless energy, school projects, and endless questions, like why the sky is blue or why they can’t have ice cream for breakfast can be exhausting at times. Some nights, after they’ve finally fallen asleep, I sit on the couch with Emily’s photo and whisper, “Am I doing this right? Are they okay?”
But nothing, not the sleepless nights, not the tantrums, not even the crushing loneliness, could have prepared me for the knock on the door that evening.
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It was just after dinner. Jack and Liam were sprawled out in front of the TV, giggling at some cartoon I didn’t understand, while I folded their laundry in the dining room. When the doorbell rang, I froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. My neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, usually called before stopping by, and I hadn’t ordered anything online.
I opened the door cautiously. The woman standing there wasn’t familiar. She looked to be in her late thirties, her blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying for days.
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She clutched a small envelope in her hands, trembling as if it weighed more than it should.
“Are you Mrs. Harper?” she asked, her voice quiet and unsteady.
I tightened my grip on the doorframe. “Yes. Can I help you?”
She hesitated, glancing behind me at the sound of Jack squealing over a joke Liam told. “I… I’m Rachel. I need to talk to you. It’s about Emily.”
My heart stopped. Nobody talked about Emily anymore, not without treading carefully, like they were afraid I might shatter.
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And yet here was this stranger, saying her name like a bomb she couldn’t hold any longer. I felt my throat tighten. “What about Emily?”
“It’s not something I can explain here.” Her voice cracked. “Please… may I come in?”
Every instinct screamed at me to shut the door. But there was something in her eyes—desperation mixed with fear—that made me reconsider. Against my better judgment, I stepped aside. “Alright. Come in.”
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Rachel followed me into the living room. The boys barely glanced her way, too engrossed in their cartoon. I gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing, clutching that envelope like it might explode.
Finally, she thrust the envelope toward me. “Give me the boys! You don’t know the truth about them.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, utterly baffled by her audacity and the strange demand.
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Rachel hesitated, clearly sensing my unease. Her hands trembled as she took a deep breath. “Emily told me to give you this if something ever happened to her. I didn’t know where to find you, and I wasn’t ready. But you need to read it.”
I stared at the envelope, my hands trembling as I took it. My name was written on the front in Emily’s handwriting. Tears blurred my vision. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Rachel’s face crumpled. “It’s the truth. About the boys. About… everything.”
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“What truth?” My voice rose. The boys stirred at my tone, and I quickly lowered it. “What are you talking about?”
She stepped back like she’d said too much already. “Just read the letter. Please.”
With shaking fingers, I slid the envelope open. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. My breath caught in my throat as I unfolded it, bracing myself for whatever was about to come next.
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Dear Mom,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m not there to explain things myself, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you with unanswered questions, which is why you need to read this letter till the very end.
There’s something I need you to know. Jack and Liam… they aren’t Daniel’s sons. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would hurt you, but the truth is, they’re Rachel’s.
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Rachel and I had Jack and Liam through IVF. I loved her, Mom. I know it’s not what you expected from me, but she made me happy in ways I never thought possible. When Daniel left, I didn’t need him—I had her.
But things got complicated. Recently, Rachel and I weren’t on the best terms, but she deserves to be in our boys’ lives. And they deserve to know her.
Please don’t hate me for keeping this from you. I was scared of how you’d react. But I know you’ll do what’s best for them. You always do.
– Love, Emily
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The letter was heavy in my hands as though the weight of Emily’s truth had seeped into the paper itself. Emily’s secret life unraveled before my eyes in her neat handwriting, each word cutting deeper than the last.
Rachel sat quietly across from me, her face pale and drawn. “I loved her,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “We even fought before her accident. She didn’t think I’d step up as a parent. She was afraid I’d disappear if things got too hard.”
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I shook my head, still struggling to process what she was saying. “Emily told me Daniel left because he didn’t want the responsibility of children. That he just… walked away.”
Rachel’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s true, in a way. Daniel never wanted to be a father. And Emily… all she wanted was to be a mom. It wasn’t easy for her—she struggled to make that dream come true. But Daniel couldn’t understand that. He couldn’t understand her.“
I stared at her, my chest tightening. “What do you mean? He didn’t leave because of them?”
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“No,” Rachel said, her voice thick with emotion. “Emily told him everything after the boys were born. She explained that they weren’t his. That they were mine. She even told him about us—about our relationship.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “And he just… disappeared?”
Rachel nodded. “She said he was hurt but not angry. He told her he couldn’t stay and pretend to be their father, not when they weren’t his. Not when she didn’t love him.”
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My throat felt dry. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
“Because she was afraid,” Rachel said. “She thought you’d never accept it. She thought she’d lose you. She didn’t leave me because she stopped loving me. She left because she loved you more.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Emily had carried all of this—her love for Rachel, her fears about her family, her struggles with Daniel—without saying a word to me. And now she was gone, leaving Rachel and me to pick up the pieces.
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I wiped my eyes, my voice sharp. “And you think you can just walk in here and take them? After all this time?”
Rachel flinched but didn’t back down. “Why can’t I?” I’m their mom, and I have every right to be a part of their lives. Besides, Emily wanted me to be here. She left me that letter because she trusted me.”
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My mind was a storm of emotions: grief, anger, confusion, love. That night, I couldn’t sleep.
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The boys’ peaceful faces reminded me of how fragile their world was, and I knew I had to tread carefully.
The next morning, I invited Rachel back. The boys were eating breakfast when she arrived, their chatter filling the kitchen. Rachel stood awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a bag of storybooks.
“Boys,” I said, kneeling to their level. “This is Rachel. She was a very close friend of your mommy’s. She’s going to spend some time with us. Is that okay?”
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Jack frowned, his little face scrunching up. “Like a babysitter?”
Rachel knelt beside me, her voice steady. “Not quite. I was friends with your mommy when we were in college. I’d like to get to know you. Maybe we can read some of these books together?”
Liam peeked into her bag. “Do you have dinosaur books?”
Rachel smiled. “A whole stack.”
Over the next few weeks, Rachel became a regular presence in our home. At first, I watched her like a hawk, wary of her intentions. But the boys took to her quickly, especially Liam, who adored her silly voices during story time.
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Slowly, I began to see her love for them; not just as someone trying to fulfill a promise to Emily, but as their mother.
One evening, as we washed dishes together, Rachel broke the silence. “Emily was scared,” she said. “She thought I wasn’t ready to be a parent. And, at the time, she wasn’t wrong. I worked all the time. I thought providing for her and the boys was enough, but she needed me to be present. I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
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I glanced at her, the vulnerability in her voice catching me off guard. “And now?”
“Now, I understand what she was trying to tell me,” Rachel said, her voice breaking. “I know I can’t make up for the time I missed, but I want to try.”
It wasn’t easy. There were moments when the tension between us boiled over, when I felt like she was intruding, or when she doubted herself. But the boys were thriving, and I couldn’t deny the joy Rachel brought into their lives. Slowly, we found a rhythm.
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One afternoon, as we sat on the porch watching Jack and Liam play, Rachel turned to me. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you,” she said. “For keeping secrets. For not stepping up sooner.”
I nodded, my voice soft. “It’s okay, Rachel. I know Emily kept a lot of secrets. But I don’t think she meant to hurt us. She just… she was scared.”
Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. “She wasn’t ashamed of me, you know. She was afraid of how the world would treat us. Of how her family would treat us.”
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I reached out, squeezing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t realize how much she was carrying.”
“She loved you,” Rachel whispered. “She talked about you all the time. She wanted to make you proud.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the boys. They were laughing, their faces so full of joy it almost hurt to look at them. “She did. Every day.”
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In time, Rachel became “Mama Rachel” to Jack and Liam. She didn’t replace Emily or me; she simply became an addition to our little family. Together, we honored Emily’s memory, raising the boys in a home filled with love and acceptance.
One evening, as we watched the sunset, Rachel turned to me and said, “Thank you for letting me be here. I know this isn’t easy for you.”
“It’s not,” I admitted. “But Emily wanted this. And… I can see how much you love them.”
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“I do,” she whispered. “But I also see how much they love you. You’re their rock, Mrs. Harper. I don’t want to take that away.”
“You’re not, Rachel I can see that now.”
“Emily would be so proud of you, Mrs. Harper. Of how you’ve handled all of this.”
I smiled, the tears falling freely now. “She’d be proud of both of us.”
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As Jack and Liam ran toward us, their laughter ringing out like music, I knew we were doing exactly what Emily would have wanted—building a life filled with love, warmth, and second chances.
Liked how this story turned out? Here’s another one to keep you entertained: What do you do when love turns conditional? When the baby you carried in your womb as a surrogate is deemed ‘unwanted’? Abigail dealt with that heartbreak when her sister and her husband saw the baby she birthed for them and shrieked: ‘THIS ISN’T THE BABY WE EXPECTED. WE DON’T WANT IT.’
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