Last April, I sadly pushed my comfortable t-shirts, oversized button-down shirts, and bulky sweaters to the back of the closet and filled the remaining space with sleeker-fitting shells, suits, and pretty tops with waist and bust darts. I bought a few twinsets. Received a few buttoned blouses from my sister. Knit myself a cardigan.
Granted, I lived in entirely shapless clothing for the first 30 yrs of my life, but I have finally come to a profound realization. Has everyone except me known this forever?
Fitted cardigans require more ease than fitted pullovers.
At one point, I looked down and noted with chagrin that sometimes I am busting out all over. “Middle-button strain” is not a Good Look for the office.