this post is only about one thing: unadulterated, slutty lust for handknit cashmere lace. i want to sleep with this thing. as in, every night. as in, NOT sleeping, but playing.
course, that could compromise my marriage vows—you know, the ones that say i’ll be true . . . hmm, does cheating with an inanimate object count?? i can’t promise that it was only for the thrill . . .
but, maybe, after taking all these smoky, sexy pictures, david will understand that my affections must be shared . . .
(yeah, and i saw him getting into the mood with it, too, don’t think i missed that . . . it’s a piece that inspires touching. let’s just say, he couldn’t keep his hands off it—kept muttering about styling the folds—ha! h’s a “stylist” now. hee-hee!).
i gotta run to class. more later—i got more! i got my knit freak on this week.