MINI Kaleidoscope Knit Tunic

Mini RadaPriya Designs is currently undergoing a makeover in preparation for our New Collection, which will drop Mid Winter this year. Lots of exciting designs and projects in the works, as well as a new baby - She should be arriving about the same time!

As Mini suggests, the collection will be mostly smaller versions of the ladies designs, some you've already seen, like this MINI version of the Kaleidoscope Knit Dress from the very first collection in 2011! The mini version is a Tunic Style that can be worn on its own, or over leggings. Sahana is wearing a size 1 (6-12 months) here so that it is more like a Top than a Dress

This design is now available through out ETSY store here, or direct through PAYPAL BELOW

We are currently making Baby Moccasins also, in a variety of colours and styles. We source vegan leather. The cream in limited sizes is also available

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