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!
People have absolutely loved this project and the final dress. Let us know your thoughts in the comments below!
My MIL and Husband’s Sisters Forced Me to Clean Up Alone After Easter Feast—I Agreed, but They Weren’t Ready for My ‘Surprise’
When my husband’s family decided I was their personal maid for Easter, they had no idea I’d already hidden something special alongside those chocolate bunnies. What happened next was something that still makes me laugh.
I’ve never been the type to air my dirty laundry online. Really, I’m not. But what happened this Easter was too perfect not to share.
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My name’s Emma, I’m 35, work as a marketing director for a mid-sized firm, and I’ve been married to Carter for three wonderful years. Carter is everything I could ask for. He’s supportive, caring, funny, and actually knows how to load a dishwasher correctly.
Our life together has been pretty close to perfect, except for one glaring issue. HIS FAMILY.
“Emma, honey, could you grab me another mimosa while you’re up?” My mother-in-law Patricia’s voice carried across our backyard patio last month, though I’d barely taken two steps toward the kitchen.
She hadn’t moved from her cushioned lounge chair in over an hour.
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I’m not one of those people who complain about everything. I don’t post passive-aggressive status updates or share my grievances on social media. But Carter’s mother and his three sisters, Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey… they’re special. And by special, I mean the entitled kind.
“Of course, Patricia,” I replied with the practiced smile I’d perfected over three years of marriage.
From day one, they made it clear I wasn’t quite what they had in mind for Carter.
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They’re the sort of people who believe they’re always right, and who’ve never truly accepted me. They’re the kind who offer compliments wrapped in barbed wire.
“Oh, Emma, you’re so brave to wear something that tight,” Sophia, the eldest at 41, commented at our last family gathering, eyeing my perfectly normal dress.
Melissa, 39, never misses a chance to comment on my eating habits. “Good for you, not caring about calories,” she’d say while watching me take a single bite of dessert.
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And then there’s Hailey, 34, who despite being younger than me, always manages to sound like a disapproving aunt. “Our family has strong traditions. Hope you can keep up.”
But this Easter? Oh, they really outdid themselves.
“Since you and Carter don’t have kids yet,” Melissa announced three weeks before Easter while her three children climbed all over my freshly cleaned furniture, “it would make sense for you to organize the Easter Egg Hunt.”
Not just hide a few plastic eggs. No.
I was supposed to create a whole event: scavenger hunt clues, costumes, and even hire a bunny mascot with my own money.
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“It would really show you care about our family,” Sophia added, sipping her latte and adjusting her oversized sunglasses while lounging on my backyard patio.
Carter squeezed my hand under the table. “That sounds like a lot of work,” he started, but his sisters talked over him.
“It’s just what we do in this family,” Hailey shrugged, though I’d never seen her lift a finger to organize anything.
Fine. I swallowed my protests. For now.
Little did they know, I’d already started crafting a plan that would make this Easter one they’d never forget.
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Two days before Easter, my phone pinged with a text message. Patricia had created a family group chat. Minus Carter, of course.
“Since you’re already helping, honey, it would be WONDERFUL if you just cooked Easter dinner! Carter deserves a wife who can host properly. 😘”
I stared at my phone, my blood pressure rising with each notification as Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey chimed in with their “suggestions.”
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What she really meant was: Cook for 25 people. A full spread: ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, rolls, two pies, and “a lighter option for those of us watching our figure.”
Not one of them volunteered to bring even a pie.
“They want you to do what?” Carter asked when I showed him the messages. His face flushed with anger. “That’s ridiculous. I’ll talk to them.”
“No,” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But Emma, that’s too much work. Let me at least order catering.”
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I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got this, trust me.”
Easter Sunday arrived with perfect spring weather. I’d been up since dawn, hiding eggs for the hunt later and preparing the feast they’d demanded. By noon, our house was filled with Carter’s family. His mother, three sisters, their husbands, and children ranging from four to 12.
“Emma, this ham is a bit dry,” Patricia commented within seconds of taking her first bite.
“The potatoes need more butter,” Melissa added.
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“In our family, we usually serve the gravy in a proper boat, not a measuring cup,” Sophia pointed out, though I’d used my grandmother’s antique gravy boat.
Carter started to defend me, but I caught his eye and shook my head slightly. Not yet.
They ate. They destroyed the kitchen. They let their kids run wild, smearing chocolate everywhere.
Melissa’s youngest even knocked over a vase, and no one bothered to pick up the pieces. All I heard was, “Kids will be kids!”
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And then, after gorging themselves, they settled onto the couches with their wine glasses, not moving a muscle.
“Emma,” Sophia looked over her shoulder and said, “the kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.”
“Oh, honey,” Patricia added. “Now you can clean everything up. Time to show you’re real wife material.”
They smirked, settling onto the couch like pampered queens while their husbands disappeared to watch basketball in the den.
Carter stood up. “I’ll help you, Emma.”
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“No, sweetie,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You worked so hard all week. Go relax with the guys.”
The sisters exchanged satisfied glances. They thought they’d won.
I smiled. Oh, I smiled so sweetly. I clapped my hands together.
“Absolutely!” I chirped. “I’ll handle everything!”
Their smug faces relaxed as they turned back to their conversation about Sophia’s upcoming cruise. Hailey kicked her feet up on my coffee table, her shoes leaving small marks on the wood.
“Kids!” I called out cheerfully. “Who’s ready for the special Easter Egg Hunt now?”
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Excited children came running from various corners of the house.
“But I thought we already did the egg hunt this morning,” Patricia said.
“Oh,” I said with a wink to the children. “That was just the regular hunt. Now it’s time for the Golden Egg Challenge.”
The kids squealed with excitement.
“What’s the Golden Egg Challenge?” Melissa’s ten-year-old son asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
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“Well,” I explained, pulling out a shimmering golden plastic egg from my pocket, “while I was setting up the regular Easter Egg Hunt this morning, I hid something extra special.”
The children gathered around me, their eyes wide with wonder at the gleaming egg in my palm.
“Inside this golden egg is a note about a VERY SPECIAL PRIZE,” I said, lowering my voice dramatically. “Much better than candy.”
“Better than candy?” Sophia’s eight-year-old daughter gasped as if I’d claimed the moon was made of cheese.
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“Absolutely. It’s an ALL-EXPENSES-PAID prize!” I announced.
The kids were practically salivating now. I could feel Patricia and her daughters watching with mild interest from the couch, probably assuming I was talking about some toy or small gift card.
“The golden egg is hidden somewhere in the backyard,” I continued. “Whoever finds it wins the grand prize! Ready?”
The children bolted for the back door, nearly trampling each other to be first outside.
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“That’s sweet of you, Emma,” Patricia called from the couch. “Keep them busy while we digest.”
Carter caught my eye from across the room and raised an eyebrow. I just winked.
Fifteen minutes of frantic searching later, we heard a triumphant scream from the far corner of the garden.
“I FOUND IT! I FOUND THE GOLDEN EGG!”
It was Sophia’s daughter Lily, sprinting across the lawn, waving the golden egg over her head like an Olympic torch.
Perfect. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
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“Congratulations, Lily!” I cheered as everyone gathered around. “Would you like to open it and read your prize?”
The eight-year-old eagerly cracked open the plastic egg and pulled out a small rolled piece of paper. Her brow furrowed as she tried to read it.
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“Would you like me to read it for everyone?” I offered sweetly.
She nodded and handed me the paper.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat dramatically. “The winner of the Golden Egg receives the GRAND PRIZE: You and your family get to handle the ENTIRE Easter clean-up! Congratulations!”
For three beautiful seconds, absolute silence fell over our backyard.
Then came the uproar.
“What?” Sophia spluttered, nearly choking on her wine.
“That’s not a prize!” Melissa protested.
Lily looked confused. “I have to clean?”
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“Not just you,” I clarified cheerfully. “Your whole family gets to help! Isn’t that exciting? All the dishes, the kitchen, picking up candy wrappers… everything!”
“Emma,” Patricia started, her voice stern. “This is just a joke, right?”
“Oh no, it’s the official Golden Egg prize,” I insisted. “The kids have been so excited about it.”
And that’s when the most magnificent thing happened. All the children began chanting, “CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP!”
Carter burst out laughing, unable to contain himself any longer.
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“This isn’t funny,” Hailey hissed.
“Actually,” Carter said, stepping beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist, “it’s hilarious.”
“We can’t expect the kids to clean,” Sophia protested, her face flushing red.
“I’m just following the rules,” I said sweetly. “Family traditions are important, right? You taught me that!”
Patricia stood up, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. “Emma, dear, this is inappropriate.”
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“Is it?” I asked innocently. “More inappropriate than expecting one person to cook for and clean up after 25 people without help? More inappropriate than making snide comments about my cooking while you eat the food I prepared?”
The children were still chanting, growing louder by the second. Several of them had already started collecting trash from the yard, taking the challenge seriously.
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“Mom,” Lily tugged at Sophia’s designer blouse. “We won! We have to clean up!”
Faced with their own children’s enthusiasm and the growing awkwardness of the situation, they had no choice.
“Fine,” Sophia finally muttered.
I handed her a pair of rubber gloves with a smile. “The dish soap is under the sink.”
For the next hour, I sat on the patio with my feet up, sipping a perfectly chilled mimosa, watching as Carter’s mother and sisters scrubbed dishes, wiped counters, and swept floors.
Carter joined me, clinking his glass against mine. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”
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“I learned from the best,” I replied. “Your family always says how important it is to follow traditions.”
As I watched Patricia awkwardly scrub dried gravy from my roasting pan, she caught my eye. For just a moment, there was something new in her expression. Something that looked suspiciously like respect.
Next Easter? I have a feeling they’ll be bringing potluck dishes and cleaning supplies.
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